He was the bearer of letters from my husband, informing me that General Dodge was then with him at Port Winnebago, that Generals Henry and Alexander were likewise at the Fort, and that as soon as they had recruited their men and horses, which were pretty well worn out with scouring the country after Black Hawk, they would march again in pursuit of him towards the head-waters of the Rock River, where they had every reason, from information lately brought in by the Winnebagoes, to believe he would be found.
As he charged us to lay aside all uneasiness on his account, and moreover held forth the hope of soon coming or sending for us, our minds became more tranquil.
Not long after this, I was told one morning that "_a lady_" wished to see me at the front door.

I obeyed the summons, and, to my surprise, was greeted by my friend _Madame Four-Legs._ After much demonstration of joy at seeing me, such as putting her two hands together over her forehead and then parting them in a waving kind of gesture, laughing, and patting me on my arms, she drew from her bosom a letter from my husband, of which she was the bearer.

It was to this effect--"Generals Dodge and Henry left here a few days since, accompanied by Paquette; they met the Sauks near the Wisconsin, on the 21st.

A battle ensued, in which upwards of fifty of the enemy were killed--our loss was one killed, and eight wounded.

The _citizens_ are well pleased that all this has been accomplished without any aid from _Old White Beaver._[56] The war must be near its close, for the militia and regulars together will soon finish the remaining handful of fugitives." The arrival of Lieutenant Hunter, who had obtained leave of absence in order to escort us, soon put all things in train for our return to Fort Winnebago.