Lost Maramech and earliest Chicago; a history of the Foxes and their downfall near the great village of Maramech; (1903) (14583907268)

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Title: Lost Maramech and earliest Chicago; a history of the Foxes and their downfall near the great village of Maramech;
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Stewart, John F(letcher), 1841- (from old catalog)
Subjects: Fox Indians -- History Kendall County (Ill.) -- Antiquities Chicago (Ill.) -- History
Publisher: Chicago, London (etc.) F. H. Revell company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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of the chiefs of an older racethat occupied the region long before the Miamishad built the cabins of Maramech. Still down theriver, upon the same side, Rob Roy creek adds itsmite to the waters of the river. Here, upon aslight elevation, seems to have been, at some time, anucleus of population, and behind it, upon the slopeof the hill, more fragments of pottery have beenfound than elsewhere, which makes it seem thatthis, for a time, may have been the pottery ofthe great village of Maramech. The soil hasbeen turned so many times, during the last thirtyyears, that potsherds, never too well burned, havecrumbled, and where, not many years ago, frag-ments were quite abundant, few are now found.Where Big Rock creek adds its coolness to thewaters of the river, was another congested position.This we know by the cabin sites, indicated by frag-ments of burnt stones. Behind this is a bit ofprairie that was, no doubt, under cultivation foryears, and along the foot of the hill were places ofburial.
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Work of the Potters of Maramech. CHAPTER III On the bold bluff, up the river and to the east, amile or more, sleep many of the denizens of Mara-mech. Carefully made graves prove the venerationof the savages for their dead. It seems to havebeen a poetic inspiration that led to the selection ofa spot where the beauties of Nature are so boun-teous. Sloping to the sun, the river approaches thefoot of the hill. Rushes shed their flossy tresseswhen stirred by the breezes. The goldenrod andautumn daisies, the only intruders in the yet nativesod, the open wood and quiet river make a picturethat tempts the artist. No lettered stones mark theplaces and no owl hoots from bell-tower. Thesepeople long ago sought the happy hunting-groundsby way of the grave, and Maramech, like them, isno more. Only their bones and a few potsherdstell the place of either. How do we know that they who there sleep werethe people of Maramech? La Salle, who spentmonths at the great Illinois town near StarvedRock, in La