She hacked and hewed at their pieces as they were thrust against her, now on this side, now that.

Finally, she broke loose from them, and dashed out into the prairie.

The Indians pursued her, shouting and laughing, and now and then calling out,-- "The brave woman! do not hurt her!" At length they overtook her again, and, while she was engaged with two or three in front, one succeeded in seizing her by the neck behind, and dragging her, although a large and powerful woman, from her horse.
Notwithstanding that their guns had been so hacked and injured, and even themselves cut severely, they seemed to regard her only with admiration.
They took her to a trader on the Illinois River, by whom she was restored to her friends, after having received every kindness during her captivity.[37] Those of the family of Mr.Kinzie who had remained in the boat, near the mouth of the river, were carefully guarded by Kee-po-tah and another Indian.

They had seen the smoke--then the blaze--and immediately after, the report of the first tremendous discharge sounded in their ears.

Then all was confusion They realized nothing until they saw an Indian come towards them from the battle-ground, leading a horse on which sat a lady, apparently wounded.
"That is Mrs.Heald," cried Mrs.Kinzie.