"It was his duty to assemble his people and talk to them," my husband said, "and he must run the risk, if there were any.

He had perfect confidence in the Winnebagoes.

The enemy, by all he could learn, were now far distant from the Four Lakes--probably at Kosh-ko-nong.

He would set off early in the morning with Paquette, bold his council, and return to us the same evening." It were useless to attempt to describe our feelings during that long and dreary day.

When night arrived, the cry of a drunken Indian, or even the barking of a dog, would fill our hearts with terror.
As we sat, at a late hour, at the open window, listening to every sound, with what joy did we at length distinguish the tramp of horses! We knew it to be Griffin and Jerry ascending the hill, and a cheerful shout soon announced that all was well.