Dr.Finley has just arrived with the news." So saying, he vanished, without stopping to answer a question.
The cholera at Rock Island, and my husband there! I flew to the other door of the hall, which looked out upon the parade-ground.

A sentinel was walking near.

"Soldier," cried I, "will you run to the young officers' quarters and ask Dr.Finley to come here for a moment ?" The man shook his head--he was not allowed to leave his post.
Presently Mrs.Lacy's servant-girl appeared from a door under the steps.
She was a worthless creature, but where _help_ was so scarce ladies could not afford to keep a scrupulous tariff of moral qualification.
"Oh! Catharine," said I, "will you run over and ask Dr.Finley to come here a moment?
I must hear what news he has brought from Rock Island." She put on a modest look, and said,-- "I do not like to go to the young officers' quarters." I was indignant at her hypocrisy, but I was also wild with impatience, when to my great joy Dr.Finley made his appearance.
"Where is my husband ?" cried I.
"On his way home, madam, safe and sound.

He will probably be here to-morrow." He then gave me an account of the ravages the cholera was making among the troops, which were indeed severe, although less so than rumor had at first proclaimed.
Notwithstanding the doctor's assurance of his safety, my husband was seized with cholera on his journey.

By the kind care of Paquette and the plentiful use of chicken-broth which the poor woman at whose cabin he stopped administered to him, he soon recovered, and reached his home in safety, having taken Prairie du Chien in his route and brought his mother with him again to her home.
The Indians had consented to the sale of their beautiful domain.