From The Moving Picture World notice:
  . . . Eliza has made her way with her dear Harry clasped to her bosom to the banks of the Ohio River in a driving snowstorm, with the piercing cold winds carrying the baying of the bloodhounds to her ears as they follow mercilessly in her tracks. The ferryboats are not running, and the boatmen who usually ply their traffic across the river are afraid to encounter the fierce storm and the ice floes at the risk of their produce and their own lives.
  Spurred on by mother love and courage born of liberty and protection of the helpless, Eliza unhesitatingly jumps down the river's bank onto a large cake of floating ice . . .