No matter.

There were pleasant, happy hours passed under its odd-shaped roof, as many of Chicago's early settlers can testify.
Around the Agency House were grouped a collection of log buildings, the residences of the different persons in the employ of Government, appertaining to that establishment--blacksmith, striker, and laborers.
These were for the most part Canadians or half-breeds, with occasionally a stray Yankee, to set all things going by his activity and enterprise.
There was still another house on the north side of the river, built by a former resident by the name of Miller, but he had removed to "Riviere du Chemin," or Trail Creek, which about this time began to be called "Michigan City."[24] This house, which stood near the forks of the river, was at this time vacant.
There was no house on the southern bank of the river, between the fort and "The Point," as the forks of the river were then called.

The land was a low wet prairie, scarcely affording good walking in the dryest summer weather, while at other seasons it was absolutely impassable.

A muddy streamlet, or, as it is called in this country, a _slew_,[25] after winding around from about the present site of the Tremont House, fell into the river at the foot of State Street.[26] At the Point, on the south side, stood a house just completed by Mark Beaubien.

It was a pretentious white two-story building, with bright-blue wooden shutters, the admiration of all the little circle at Wolf Point.