I still remember the journey I took to warn them, warn them of the oncoming attack; how could I forget the 20 mile walk I took to get to them. That event is completely edged into my memory in complete detail as if it happened yesterday, an event that changed history. Several American officers forced their way into my home, ordering me to make them dinner. At first I was adamant since I had my husband to take care of but complied nonetheless. The food was plentiful and soon the officers grew rowdy and carefree due to the heavy dosages of wine as they boasted of their plans to crush the remaining British resistance in the area. I listened quietly, washing the dishes carefully not to alarm them. I heard American voices through the thin walls of the house. "We'll make a surprise attack against the remaining troops at Beaver Dams." It was the voice of Colonel Boerstler. "We will destroy their headquarters and take their officer captive." I stood motionless in shock with a warm plate in my hands, realizing that unless the British troops were warned, the entire Niagara peninsula would be lost. I glanced at my husband, who could barely walk due to being wounded six months earlier at the Battle of Queenston Heights. I knew I couldn't just send him to warn them and I would have to take care of his injuries, but if I didn't who would? Then, in a tone determination, I told my husband that I was going to take the message myself to FitzGibbon, who led the British troops, and would be back in due time. The next morning, I began my journey dressed in my regular attire, ready to begin the long and arduous walk that would save the British soldiers and the future of the Niagara peninsula. I had to be very careful not to be captured. If I were to be caught the punishment for an acting spy was death. Avoiding the main roads, I chose the difficult and long 20 mile route to the stone house where FitzGibbon and his troops were stationed. I began by walking