Rock River

It's a different country.

I found a place up Rock River in Illinois called Grand Detour.

There's nothing there but an abandoned shack and a few Indians, but it's a wonderful site for a town.

Why, the soil's so rich and black up there that anything will grow.

At 1 o'clock we started with a bright sunshine, ferried the Chicago River in a small scow, waded in the water, frequently knee-deep, about nine miles in the direction of Napiers, the last house on the outskirts of civilization, to a ridge where we camped without supper or tent for want of wood or poles.

The next day we called on our former neighbor, Captain Napier, and obtained one and a half days' rations for man and beast, a full supply, as we thought, to carry us to Rock River Ferry.

On the third day, wearied by storms and swollen streams, paralleling life each day and fording, we passed Paw Paw Grove, then famous as the empty city of Black Hawk.

There were numerous birch bark tents, splendidly adorned with native drawings, among them the first Mississippi steamer we ever saw afloat.

He leveled his piece and watched for some time the approach of the Indian, till he at length sighted him on all fours, took deliberate aim, fired, and all became silent.

A forlorn hope, piloted to the spot by our faithful guard, found his unerring aim had planted a ball in the brain of a two-hundred-pound porker.

The Galena Rangers, a company of eighty horsemen, thoroughly equipped by the government, were dispatched to Atkinson Camp at Rock River Ferry.

On arriving near nightfall at Buffalo Grove, twelve miles from Rock River, it was deemed unsafe to pass through before morning, therefore they camped on the open prairie about two miles from timber.

Sure, yeah, all the time.

We get a lot of folks heading up to the Wisconsin River or down to the Rock River, but all rivers have been very low this fall.

We just had a pretty dry fall despite what's happening this week.

But that does, in a way, concentrate the fish, especially on a big river like the Wisconsin River.

He returned home, neither covered with honors, nor honored by scars.

Quote, Having lost his horse, near where the town of Janesville, Wisconsin, now stands, he went down Rock River to Dixon in a canoe.

Thence he crossed the county on foot to Peoria, where again he took canoe to a point on the Illinois River, within forty miles of home.

The latter distance he accomplished on foot.

Yes.

We have the Rock River, and that is kind of the running joke here is that when a turd hits the water, it's the sound that it makes.

Beloit.

We have Mark Vanderpaul, and he was the solo winner of the Motorcycle Podcasters Challenge.

Perhaps a merchant.

And then she thought of the drug clerk in Rock River who had looked at her.

A voice broke in on her dream, a fresh, manly voice.

Well, by jinx, if it ain't Julia, just the one I wanted to see.

Seven Indians were killed, and two of the boat's crew in the rencontre.

About the time of these occurrences, the Winnebagoes on Rock River evinced a restless and hostile disposition.

Persons going and returning from Illinois to the Fever River mines were robbed and insulted.

A party from Saint-Louis were robbed, and one of them fired upon at the Rock River crossings.

The huts of the miners were entered, their cooking utensils broken and their provisions taken, and threats made that on the succeeding full moon the miners would be attacked and driven out of the country.

Soon after hostilities had commenced at and above Prairie du Chien, the Winnebagoes left their lower villages on Rock River, and their villages on the Mississippi and the Wisconsin, secreted their women and children, and assembled in a body at Cochequanon on the head of Rock River, assuming a determined spirit of hostility.

At the moment of this preparation for war, Governor Cass arrived at St. Louis, bringing information of the hostilities that had been committed, and of the attitude assumed by those Indians, and recommending officially a prompt movement of part of the force at this post to the scene of commotion.

Being charged with the protection of the frontier, I could not hesitate on the course that should be pursued." Accordingly, I moved on the 15th of July with upwards of 500 effective men, and reached Fever River on the 27th, furnished the Committee of Safety of Galena with 200 stand of arms, 7,000 cartridges, and 200 pounds of cannon powder, and arrived on the 29th at Prairie du Chien, where I found a fort garrisoned by four companies of the 5th Regiment of Infantry, and a company of militia under Colonel Snelling, who had a few days before arrived from Fort Snelling.

Seven Indians were killed, and two of the boat's crew in the rencontre.

About the time of these occurrences, the Winnebagoes on Rock River evinced a restless and hostile disposition.

Persons going and returning from Illinois to the Fever River mines were robbed and insulted.

A party from Saint-Louis were robbed, and one of them fired upon at the Rock River crossings.

The huts of the miners were entered, their cooking utensils broken and their provisions taken, and threats made that on the succeeding full moon the miners would be attacked and driven out of the country.

Soon after hostilities had commenced at and above Prairie du Chien, the Winnebagoes left their lower villages on Rock River, and their villages on the Mississippi and the Wisconsin, secreted their women and children, and assembled in a body at Cochequanon on the head of Rock River, assuming a determined spirit of hostility.

At the moment of this preparation for war, Governor Cass arrived at St. Louis, bringing information of the hostilities that had been committed, and of the attitude assumed by those Indians, and recommending officially a prompt movement of part of the force at this post to the scene of commotion.

Being charged with the protection of the frontier, I could not hesitate on the course that should be pursued.

This was the so-called Black Hawk War, although it was more of a systematic extermination of Indians by whites, hardly deserving the term war.

Black Hawk was leader of the British Band of the Sauk with a large village, said to number about 500 families, situated near the mouth of the Rock River in Illinois.

His people were known as the British Band because of their known sympathies with the English, and also since Black Hawk and his warriors had fought with Tecumseh and the British against the Americans in the War of 1812.

White settlers began squatting on Black Hawk's land as early as 1823, despite the fact that according to treaty, the Indians were not required to give up their land until land offices had been set up, an event which had not yet occurred.

he returned home, neither covered with honours, nor honoured by scars.

Having lost his horse, near where the town of Janesville, Wisconsin, now stands, he went down Rock River to Dixon in a canoe.

Thence he crossed the county on foot to Peoria, where again he took canoe to a point on the Illinois River, within forty miles of home, the latter distance he accomplished on foot.

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