[Wau-bun by Juliette Augusta Magill Kinzie]@TWC D-Link bookWau-bun CHAPTER XXXIII 11/19
But we soon found we had not left our tormentors behind.
Throughout the day we continued to be sensible of their proximity.
From the effects of their attacks we were not relieved for several succeeding days; those which had succeeded in burying themselves in the flesh having to be removed with the point of a penknife or a large needle.
After partaking of our dinner, we stepped on board our boat, and, the wind having risen, we were carried by the breeze to the farther verge of the lake, and into the entrance of the river, or, as it was called, the Winnebago Rapids. On the point of land to the right stood a collection of neat bark wigwams--this was Four-Legs' village. It was an exciting and somewhat hazardous passage down the rapids and over the Grand Chute, a fall of several feet; but it was safely passed, and at the approach of evening the boat reached the settlement of the Waubanakees at the head of the Little Chute.
These are the Stockbridge or Brothertown Indians, the remains of the old Mohicans, who had, a few years before, emigrated from Oneida County, in the State of New York, to a tract granted them by the United States, on the fertile banks of the Fox River.
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