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more valuable than iron pyrites (fools' gold), and left for home. I concluded to move the house to our location to accommodate Mr. and _ his family. The next morning we went to Dead River in our boat, took the house apart and rafted the logs and roof. While towing it when about half way home we met a violent thunderstorm. Twice the raft broke away but finally we got it safe to Worcester (as we named it then) our location where -we rebuilt iti: We built a large Jog house for the men Graveraet had gone to Milwaukee to hire, and then one for our own party which we named "Revere: House." . Atter i oad. pat up a frame of hewed timber for the power house and machine shop, we set the. engine and boiler, put up: the shafting and pulleys and connected to the portable saw mill with 4-ft. circular saw to make lumber and shin- Harlow gles to cover the buildings (the said shingles were 5 ft. long). I shall never forget the day we started the mill. The Indians both male and female were there aston- ished and delighted. They went to the engine and looked at Gates, then to the mill to see Harding and Saw- yer, then came to me and seemed to wonder how I could do such a mighty thing. They were my. good friends always. Soon after we arrived Bawgam's little child died. Peter White came to me and asked if I could make a coffin for it. Said they would be very grateful if I would. I made it of boards from packing boxes and stained it with some red chalk. They wére very grateful and said "Me- guech, Meguech" (many thanks). "At that time the Indian lodges con- sisted of Charley Bawgam, his wife Charlotte, his sister Lisette and his little boy, Madjigigig and his wife Margaret. My first visit to Baw- gam's lodge was the evening after we arrived. Peter White and _ his half breed companions (Jim, Harry and Wayne) invited me to visit them. I was introduced in due form. After a while I proposed to have a smoke and with a handful of cigars intend- ing to pass them around, and as Charley, a chief's son, I offered to him first thinking he would take one. To my surprise he took them all and said "Meguech." I was about to ex- plain but Peter told me not to do so. The joke was on me, and the boys enjoyed it. In the winter they had their feast and I was invited and went. the side of the Chief Shawano, Char- - the I was at the seat of honor at 'THE Marine REVIEW SVE al ng filén While and. bis half breed cont LOA, ee fr rol FAC-SIMILE OF JAMES M.. KELLEY S HAND WRITING AT THE AGE OF 82 YEARS. (Written in 1909.) who had ccme up from "Soo" to preside at the feast. We had stewed venison, partridge, muskrat and beaver tail and roast dog. I ate of all but the muskrat and dog. Shawano (from the south) was a fine noble-looking man, the most pow- erful athletic man I ever saw. He was nearly six feet tall, but his immense breadth of shoulder end powerful limbs made him appear about medium height. His expression was dignified but friendly and intelligent. He gave Peter White his Indian name '"Shob- wa-wa" and myself he called "Shob- was-e-gay." The Indians do not use the white man's name when speaking of or to him, but use the Chippewa name... It ts said of Shawano. that he would take the entire contents of a barrel of pork, 200 lbs., in his pack and carry it when racking for the United States surveyors. The Indians were always my friends and _ honor- able men. They wculd not lie, steal, drink whisky or swear; in fact did not know how to swear. (These vices belong to the white men.) The Algonquin arrived soon after we did with the rest of our folks and I had a house ready for them. The party consisted of Mr. Amos Harlow, Mrs. Harlow and child, Mrs. Bacon, Mrs. Harlow's mother, Mr. Jacobs (a Cape Cod man--he came out to see the country), Mr. Harding, mill man, and Mr. and Mrs. Wheelock. Silas (Saleratus) Smith, an old pros- pector, had about that time discovered a whet-stone ledge a short distance south of us and had commenced work- ing on it. We had a horse that we had no use for, and sold it to the company. The horse "Jack" was ley's father, commonly called © Canuck pony. Hardy, gentle, and very useful, he would get his own living, would eat anything digestible, brows, bread, even salt pork. scraps. He seemed to have no knowledge of hay or oats. Robert Graveraet brought up a party of forty men from Milwaukee, mostly emigrants from Europe, some from Germany, Austria and Hungary, two from Holland and one Irishman. After landing ship fever developed among them. One of them died. The others recovered by the careful nurs- ing of Peter White and Dr. Rodgers. John Hardesty, a western man, had charge of them in the woods where we sent them to clear the land and make charcoal. After one day's ex- perience with them he came to me and said he must give up the job, as his life was not safe among them be- cause the men felled the trees in all directions. One was badly wounded in the back by a glancing blow of an axe, another had a foot badly cut. They were an ignorant lot. Few of * them could speak English; two of the Prussians claimed to be counts in their own countries. In the' fall some of them were discontented and a plot was made to break into our store house, get provisions and steal our boat and go to the Soo. We found out what their plans were, and prorosed to take them to a point where they could take. the trail to Grand Island and from there to Bay de Nocquet. We _ fur- nished them with supplies and loaded them in our Mackinaw boat, Jim Chapman in the bow and White and Davenport in the stern with me, Canadian . breed