He had heard of his old bourgeois' marriage, and was anxious to see him.
Mr.Shaw was walking in the Champ de Mars with a couple of officers, when La Liberte espied him.

He immediately ran up, and, seizing him by both hands, accosted him,-- "_Ah! mon cher Monsieur le Chat: comment vous portez-vous_ ?" (My dear Mr.Cat, how do you do ?) "_Tres-bien, Louizon_." "_Et comment se porte Madame la Chatte_ ?" (How is the mother cat ?) "_Bien, bien, Louizon; elle est tres-bien_" (She is very well.) "_Et tous les petits Chatons_ ?" (And all the kittens ?) This was too much for Mr.Shaw.He answered shortly that the _kittens were all well_, and turned away with his military friends, leaving poor Louizon quite astonished at the abruptness of his departure.
Cut off, in the manner described, from the world at large, with no society but the military, thus lived the family of Mr.Kinzie, in great contentment, and in the enjoyment of all the comforts, together with most of the luxuries, of life.
The Indians reciprocated the friendship that was shown them, and formed for them an attachment of no ordinary strength, as was manifested during the scenes of the year 1812, eight years after Mr.Kinzie first came to live among them.
Some of the most prominent events of that year are recorded in the following Narrative..