At length Mr.Kinzie was reminded that the hour for his return to confinement had arrived.

He petitioned for another half-hour.
"Let me stay," said he, "till we can learn how the battle has gone." Very soon a sloop appeared under press of sail, rounding the point, and presently two gun-boats in chase of her.
"She is running--she bears the British colors," cried he--"yes, yes, they are lowering--she is striking her flag! Now," turning to the soldiers, "I will go back to prison contented--I know how the battle has gone." The sloop was the Little Belt, the last of the squadron captured by the gallant Perry on that memorable occasion which he announced in the immortal words: "We have met the enemy, and they are ours!" Matters were growing critical, and it was necessary to transfer all prisoners to a place of greater security than the frontier was now likely to be.

It was resolved therefore to send Mr.Kinzie to the mother-country.

Nothing has ever appeared which would explain the course of General Proctor in regard to this gentleman.

He had been taken from the bosom of his family, where he was living quietly under the parole which he had received, and protected by the stipulations of the surrender.