Hardscrabble; or, the fall of Chicago. a tale of Indian warfare by John Richardson
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of traffic, yet whose numbers was so small as to induce
them, with a view to their safety, to establish themselves as near the Fort as possible. Roads, there were none, and the half formed trail of the Indian furnished the only means of communication between this distant port, and the less thinly-settled portions of Michigan. Nor were these journeys of frequent occurrence, but performed at long intervals, by the enterprising and the robust men--who feared not to encounter privations and hardships--camping at night in the woods, or finding a less desirable repose in the squalid wigwam of the uncertain Indian. The mouth of the Chicago River was then nearly half a mile more to the southward than it is now. At a short distance from the lake, which gives its name to the territory, it soon branched off abruptly to the north, and then again, taking another turn, pursued its original westernly coarse, and, passing near the Fort, gave to the latter the appearance of a slightly elevated peninsula, separated only from the water by a gentle declivity of no great extent. On the same side of the river was the Government Agency House, and at about a quarter of a mile from that, a spot generally used as a place of encampment by the friendly Indians--at that moment occupied by a numerous band of Pottawattamies. Immediately opposite to the Fort, stood the residence and trading establishment of Mr. Mackenzie--a gentleman who had long mixed with the Indians--had much influence with, and was highly regarded by them; and, close to his abode, lived with |
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