Occasionally we saw some pine logs which had been floated down some of the streams of the north.

One of these small rivers they called the "Looking-glass," and seemed to be the largest of them.
Passing on we began to see some pine timber, and realized that we were near the mouth of the river where it emptied into Lake Michigan.

There were some steam saw mills here, not then in operation, and some houses for the mill hands to live in when they were at work.

This prospective city was called Grand Haven.

There was one schooner in the river loaded with lumber, ready to sail for the west side of the lake as soon as the wind should change and become favorable, and we engaged passage for a dollar and a half each.