1. “Then Good-bye, Eyes”
Colonel Stanard was a popular hotel keeper in those early days of pioneer life and dispensed to the traveling public with a liberal hand choice venison, fresh fish, Ohio hog and Kentucky Bourbon, and later in life imbibed too freely himself for weak eyes. When remonstrated with by his attending physician for so doing and told that he must stop drinking any stimulant or lose his eyes, he replied: “Then good-bye, eyes.” There are a few pioneers here today who knew the Colonel well, and no doubt have partaken of his good cheer, not omitting old bourbon.
The whole History of Oakland County is written in such “We are such respectable folks” language that the punchline of this story is even more startlingly endearing, I think. I mean, please, it’s such a good story that even Mr. Stuffy-Author-pants had to include it. “Then good-bye, eyes.” Ha.
2. “The Legend, Which I Have Attempted to Verify”
“The legend which I have attempted to verify is founded upon an incident occurring at Orchard lake long before the coming of the white man and while the grand farms now lying around it were merely a vast oak opening, its sole occupant the Indian and the wild beast. Very near the center of this Orchard lake is a large island, wooded to its very shore. On it are a few apple trees, old and gnarled, remnants of an orchard planted so long ago that the Indians even have no data concerning it. Its name, Me-nah-sa-gor-ning, meaning “apple place,” still lives in tradition.
“On this island the Algonquin chief, Pontiac, had his lodge after his repulse at the siege of Detroit. On the high bank of this lake, opposite the island, is still to be seen the ancient burial ground of the Sacs, Hurons and Wyandots.
“Tradition says that back beyond the memory of the tribe a young chief sickened and suddenly died. The maiden to whom he was betrothed became insane, and whenever she could escape from her guardians they would take the body of the chief from its resting place in the old ground across the lake and carry it back to the place where his lodge formerly stood.
“At last, weary of guarding her, with the advice of their medicine man the tribe killed her, upon her refusal to marry. This crime, so directly opposed to all former Indian custom, so offended the Great Spirit that he avowed his intention of totally destroying the tribe, and to give the maiden, ‘as long as water flowed/ complete control over it. She alone has power to assume her form at any time. She can compel the attendance of the tribe at any time by the beating of the Indian drum. At this sound they must gather and wait where an old canoe has been gradually covered by the drifting sands. Upon the signal of her coming with her dead the warriors must meet her on,the shore, bear the chief on his bier and lay him down by the ashes of his council fire and, waiting beside him until she can caress him, bear him back to his resting place. All, however, must be done between sunset and sunrise—a foggy night being always chosen to elude observation.”
I’m not sure what’s happening at the end of this story. She has complete control over the tribe so that, she can ghostlyly call on the tribe by beating her drum and then they go to the lakeside , where she shows up with the dead chief, and they have to take the dead chief and do something to him and wait while she caresses him?
That doesn’t seem right. More likely, she signals that she’s coming and they have to go get her dead chief and take him to her and they give her time to caress him. I’d read that “Upon the signal of her coming, the warriors must meat her with her dead.”
But one wonders what the tribe is supposed to do as he rots? Maybe that’s what destroys the tribe? The disgustingness of having to dig up and traipse around with a rotting corpse causes people to abandon the tribe? I’m not sure. What do y’all think?
Anyway, both quotes are from here.