Dr. Hall, of
Baraboo, was called, and he probed for the ball, but could not find it,
and neither could he get the bar of railroad iron out of the Frenchman,
and so they were buried on the spot where now stands the Cliff House. The
squaw looked around for another fellow, but they all had other
engagements, the excursion train having arrived from La Crosse, and so she
went up on a crag and said, "Big Injun me," and jumped off and was dashed
into 1,347 pieces, and the wedding was broke up. Pieces of the squaw can
now be found among the rocks, petrified, but retaining the odor of the
ancient tribe. I got a piece of her, evidently a piece broken off her ear,
which retains its shade perfectly, and will long be a reminder of
my visit to Devil's Lake. (P.S.--Disreputable parties are selling pieces
of stuff purporting to be genuine remains of this beauteous maiden, but
they are base imitations. None genuine unless the trade mark is stamped on
them.)
GEOLOGICAL SURVEY.
The Geological Survey is being prosecuted as well as could be expected
with the limited means at the hands of the searchers in the bowels of the
earth. They have already found, I am informed, that the earth on which we
live, and move, and have a being, is composed largely of dirt. The
discovery of this fact is alone worth the price of admission.
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