There was not a house from Peoria to John Craft's, four miles from Chicago.

I searched for, and found, the fossil tree, reported to lie in the rocks in the bed of the river _Des Plaines_.

The sight of Lake Michigan, on nearing Chicago, was like the ocean.

We found an immense number of Indians assembled.

The Potawattomies, in their gay dresses and on horseback, gave the scene an air of Eastern magnificence.
Here we were joined by Judge Solomon Sibley, the other commissioner from Detroit, whence he had crossed the peninsula on horseback, and we remained in negotiation with the Indians during fifteen consecutive days.