Black Jim, one of the servants, who stood in the bow of the boat, seized an axe that lay near, and signed to him that if he shot, he would cleave his skull; telling him that the boat contained only the family of Shaw-nee-aw-kee.
Upon this, the Indian retired.

It afterwards appeared that the object of his search was Mr.Burnett, a trader from St.Joseph's, with whom he had some account to settle.
When the boat was at length permitted to return to the mansion of Mr.
Kinzie, and Mrs.Heald was removed to the house, it became necessary to dress her wounds.
Mr.K.applied to an old chief who stood by, and who, like most of his tribe, possessed some skill in surgery, to extract a ball from the arm of the sufferer.
"No, father," replied he.

"I cannot do it--it makes me sick here"-- (placing his hand on his heart.) Mr.Kinzie then performed the operation himself, with his penknife.
At their own mansion the family of Mr.Kinzie were closely guarded by their Indian friends, whose intention it was to carry them to Detroit for security.

The rest of the prisoners remained at the wigwams of their captors.
The following morning, the work of plunder being completed, the Indians set fire to the fort.

A very equitable distribution of the finery appeared to have been made, and shawls, ribbons, and feathers fluttered about in all directions.