History of Michigan's Upper Peninsula
Early History Of The UP
still I hear the Miserere sounding loud within my soul, Still I hear the De Profundis, with its solemn cadence roll. For the blood of thy red brother, who shall answer in that day,” When before the throne of judgment earth and heaven shall pass away. When these lines were written I had not seen [...]
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Father Pierson, accompanied by all the French and Indians of the place; and having caused the convoy to stop, he made the ordinary interrogations to verify the fact that the body which they bore was really father Marquette. Then before they landed he intoned the De Prqfundis in sight of the thirty canoes still on [...]
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I also have it in writing from a very intelligent Indian, that last summer he called on an aged Indian woman in Petoskey, claiming to be in her 100th year. ” I asked her if she had heard, when a girl, anything concerning the Kitchi-ma-ka-da-na-co-na-yay, or ” great priest.” She said, ” Yes. He died [...]
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The little steamer Truscott crosses each after-in; fare fifty cents. A few steps from the landing we turn into a poato patch, just beyond which the boy who pilots us suddenly an-ounces, “Here’s the place.” At first glance nothing can be observed more than might be noticed on any vacant lot in Detroit. A closer [...]
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influences of that sacred spot strangely impelled him to adopt a different location. He is confident that by dig-ing below the surface at the center of the church the ” mocock “of bones would be discovered, but thus far owing to a difference between himself and the parish priest, not a spadeful of earth has [...]
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The tradition is that the mission was founded in 1670, that Marquette subsequently visited Wisconsin and Illinois, establishing mission stations as far up the lake as Chicago; that upon his return via the eastern shore of Lake Michigan he died at the mouth of the Pere Marquette river, where Ludington now stands, and was buried [...]
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Only a few days after I saw a copy of this very same book in the hands of Judge C. I. Walker, of Detroit, and pas thus enabled, to my very great satisfaction, to verify the sketch as sown to me by Father Jaoka or Jacker (Yocca.) LaHenton says: “The place which I am now [...]
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But it was equally evident that this humble tomb had been disturbed, and the box broken into, and parts of > torn out, after the material had been made brittle by the action of fire. This would explain the absence of its former contents, which,” says Mr. Jacker, ” what else could we think—were nothing [...]
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