One afternoon in July we saw a posse of cavalry mounted on horses coming toward our house. We watched them with a good deal of interest, being very suspicious of them. Hastily I put a few things into my valise and hid it in a cornfield near by, and hurried into the woods where we could see unobserved. But the ma randers passed on over into the town without molesting us, some half a mile away. Between us and the town was the river, a couple of rods Wide, called the Osage. Near this point was the Pottawatomie, and from the contraction of these two names we have the name of Osawatomie.