At this moment my husband appeared from the direction of the Interpreter's house.

We called to entreat him to stop, but he walked along towards the new-comers.
To our infinite joy, we saw the chief of the party dismount, and all the others following his example and approaching to shake hands.
A space was soon cleared around the leader and my husband, when the former commenced an oration, flourishing his sword and using much violent gesticulation.

It was the first time I had seen an Indian armed with that weapon, and I dreaded to perceive it in such hands.

Sometimes he appeared as if he were about to take off the head of his auditor at a blow; and our hearts sank as we remembered the stratagems at Mackinac and Detroit in former days.

At length the speech was concluded, another shaking of hands took place, and we saw my husband leading the way to his storehouse, from which some of his men presently brought tobacco and pipes and laid them at the feet of the chief.
Our suspense was soon relieved by being informed that the strangers were Man-Eater, the principal chief of the Rock River Indians, who had come with his band to "hold a talk" and bring information.
These Indians were under the special care of Mr.Henry Gratiot, and his efforts had been most judicious and unremitting in preserving the good feeling of this the most dangerous portion of the Winnebagoes.
The intelligence that Man-Eater, who was a most noble Indian in appearance and character, brought us, confirmed that already received, namely, that the Sauks were gradually drawing north, towards the Portage, although he evidently did not know exactly their whereabouts.
There was, soon after they had taken leave, an arrival of another party of Winnebagoes, and these requested permission to dance for their Father.
The compliment having been accepted, they assembled, as usual, on the esplanade in front of the house.