of
Trouble—Famine in the Camp—Relief

CHAPTER XVI.

A Pottowattamie Lodge—A Tempest—Piché's—Hawley's—The Du
Page—Mr. Dogherty—The Aux Plaines—Mrs. Lawton—Wolf
Point—Chicago

CHAPTER XVII.

Fort Dearborn—Chicago in 1831—First Settlement of Chicago—John
Kinzie, Sen.—-Fate of George Forsyth—Trading Posts—Canadian
Voyageurs—M. St. Jean—Louis la Liberté

CHAPTER XVIII.

Massacre at Chicago

CHAPTER XIX.

Massacre, continued—Mrs. Helm—Ensign Ronan—Captain
Wells—Mrs. Holt—Mrs. Heald—The Sau-ga-nash—Sergeant Griffith—Mrs.
Burns—Black Partridge and Mrs. Lee—Nau-non-gee and Sergeant
Hays

CHAPTER XX.

Treatment of American Prisoners by the British—Captivity of Mr.
Kinzie—Battle on Lake Erie—Cruelty of General Proctor's
Troops—General Harrison—Rebuilding of Fort Dearborn—Red Bird—A
Humorous Incident—Cession of the Territory around Chicago

CHAPTER XXI.

Severe Spring Weather—Pistol-Firing—Milk Punch—A Sermon—Pre-emption to "Kinzie's Addition"—Liberal Sentiments

CHAPTER XXII.

The Captives

CHAPTER XXIII.

Colonel McKillip—Second-Sight—Ball at Hickory Creek—Arrival of the "Napoleon"—Troubles of Embarkation

CHAPTER XXIV.

Departure for Port Winnebago—A Frightened Indian—Encampment at Dunkley's Grove—Horses Lost—Getting Mired—An Ague cured by a Rattlesnake—Crystal Lake—Story of the Little Rail

CHAPTER XXV.

Return Journey, continued—Soldiers' Encampment—Big-Foot Lake—Village
of Maunk-suck—A Young Gallant—Climbing—Mountain-Passes—Turtle
Creek—Kosh-ko-nong—Crossing a Marsh—Twenty-Mile Prairie—Hastings's
Woods—Duck Creek—Brunet—Home

CHAPTER XXVI.

The Agency—The Blacksmith's House—Building a Kitchen—Four-Legs, the
Dandy—Indian Views of Civilization—Efforts of M.
Mazzuchelli—Charlotte

CHAPTER XXVII.

The Cut-Nose—The Fawn—Visit of White Crow—Parting with
Friends—Krissman—Louisa again—The Sunday-School

CHAPTER XXVIII.

Plante—Removal—Domestic Inconveniences—Indian Presents—Grandmother
Day-kau-ray—Indian Customs—Indian Dances—The Medicine-Dance—Indian
Graves—Old Boilvin's Wake

CHAPTER XXIX.

Indian Tales—Story of the Red Fox

CHAPTER XXX.

Story of Shee-shee-banze

CHAPTER XXXI.

Visit to Green Bay—Disappointment—Return Journey—Knaggs's—Blind
Indian—Ma-zhee-gaw-gaw Swamp—Bellefontaine

CHAPTER XXXII.

Commencement of the Sauk War—Winnebago
Council—Crély—Follett—Bravery—The Little Elk—An
Alarm—Man-Eater and his
Party—An Exciting Dance

CHAPTER XXXIII.

Fleeing from the Enemy—Mâtâ—Old Smoker—Meeting with
Menomonees—Raising the Wind—Garlic Island—Winnebago Rapids—The
Waubanakees—Thunder-Storm—Vitelle—Guardapié—Fort Howard

CHAPTER XXXIV.

Panic at Green Bay—Tidings of Cholera—Green Bay Flies—Doyle, the Murderer—Death of Lieutenant Foster—A Hardened Criminal—Good News from the Seat of War—Departure for Home—Shipwreck at the Grand Chûte—A Wet Encampment—An Unexpected Arrival—Reinforcement of Volunteers—La Grosse Américaine—Arrival at Home

CHAPTER XXXV.

Conclusion of the War—Treaty at Rock Island—Cholera among the Troops—Wau-kaun-kah—Wild-Cat's Frolic at the Mee-kan—Surrender of the Winnebago Prisoners

CHAPTER XXXVI.

Delay in the Annual Payment—Scalp-Dances—Groundless Alarm—Arrival of Governor Porter—Payment—Escape of the Prisoners—Neighbors Lost—Reappearance—Robineau—Bellaire

CHAPTER XXXVII.

Agathe—"Kinzie's Addition"—Tomah—Indian Acuteness—Indian
Simplicity

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

Famine—Day-kau-ray's Daughter—Noble Resolution of a Chief—Bread for the Hungry—Rev. Mr. Kent—An Escaped Prisoner—The Cut-Nose again—Leave-taking with our Red Children—Departure from Fort Winnebago

APPENDIX

THE "EARLY DAY" IN THE NORTHWEST.

CHAPTER I.

DEPARTURE FROM DETROIT.

It was on a dark, rainy evening in the month of September, 1830, that we went on board the steamer "Henry Clay," to take passage for Green Bay. All our friends in Detroit had congratulated us upon our good fortune in being spared the voyage in one of the little schooners which at this time afforded the ordinary means of communication with the few and distant settlements on Lakes Huron and Michigan.

Each one had some experience to relate of his own or Of his friends' mischances in these precarious journeys—long detentions on the St. Clair flats—furious head-winds off Thunder Bay, or interminable Calms at Mackinac or the Manitous. That which most enhanced our sense of peculiar good luck, was the true story of one of our relatives having left Detroit in the month of June and reached Chicago in the September following, having been actually three months in performing what is sometimes accomplished by even a sail-vessel in four days.

But the certainty of encountering similar misadventures would have weighed little with me. I was now to visit, nay, more, to become a resident of that land which had, for long years, been to me a region of romance. Since the time when, as a child, my highest delight had been in the letters of a dear relative, describing to me his home and mode of life in the "Indian country," and still later, in his felicitous narration of a tour with General Cass, in 1820, to the sources of the Mississippi—nay, even earlier, in the days when I stood at my teacher's knee, and spelled out the long word Mich-i-li-mack-i-nac, that distant land, with its vast lakes, its boundless prairies, and its mighty forests, had possessed a wonderful charm for my imagination. Now I was to see it!—it was to be my home!

Our ride to the quay, through the dark by-ways, in a cart, the only vehicle which at that day could navigate the muddy, unpaved streets of Detroit, was a theme for much merriment, and not less so, our descent of the narrow, perpendicular stair-way by which we reached the little apartment called the Ladies' Cabin. We were highly delighted with the accommodations, which, by comparison, seemed the very climax of comfort and convenience; more especially as the occupants of the cabin consisted, beside myself, of but a lady and two little girls.

Nothing could exceed the pleasantness of our trip for the first twenty-four hours. There were some officers, old friends, among the passengers. We had plenty of books. The gentlemen read aloud occasionally, admired the solitary magnificence of the scenery around us, the primeval woods, or the vast expanse of water unenlivened by a single sail, and then betook themselves to their cigar, or their game of euchre, to while away the hours.

For a time the passage over Thunder Bay was delightful,