Describes disembarking from the Sam Ward at the Fond du Lac river in Wisconsin. Transcription: thus named. Rather a heavy sea being on, the Captain, not wishing to arrive in ?t at the bar of the Fond-du-Lac river, there to let the vessel lye knocking about, anchored off one of the islands. And two boats loads of passengers went ashore. Climbing up the wooded earth banks, I rambled over the island, steep, damp, and foamy, it was all o ?ergrown with red pine, birch and cedar. Rotting tree trunks lay about in the dank underwood to any extent. Took a long sketch westwards, till at a decent distan
Describes disembarking from the Sam Ward at the Fond du Lac river in Wisconsin. Transcription: thus named. Rather a heavy sea being on, the Captain, not wishing to arrive in ?t at the bar of the Fond-du-Lac river, there to let the vessel lye knocking about, anchored off one of the islands. And two boats loads of passengers went ashore. Climbing up the wooded earth banks, I rambled over the island, steep, damp, and foamy, it was all o ?ergrown with red pine, birch and cedar. Rotting tree trunks lay about in the dank underwood to any extent. Took a long sketch westwards, till at a decent distance from the steamer, had a delectable bathe all alone in the fresh clear lake, great rolls of surf coming in & dashing against the shore. Return, and to the Sam Ward again. On, throughout the afternoon. Much rolling and pitching about, and some disappearances into cabins. Talk with girls. I hear that pretty girl with curls [Bertha Livermore] is indisposed. In the forepart of the boat with Campo Campeau and Lewis, watching the white foam flakes and dipping anchor. The surface of the lake all foam-flecked, with curling waves, the vessel stirring to and fro with short uneasy motion. At sunset we were fast nearing the Western extremity of this mightiest sheet of fresh water on our planet. In a long line on our right stretches the Minnesota shore, perchance eight miles off, exquisitely cobalt in hue, and steep looking. Passed unseen on our left the shallow Bois Brule. Much heaving the lead, continuously, ten fathom, eight, ? and the word is given to cast anchor. So we ride, rolling about. Keen eyes can descry the entrance of Fond du Lac river, the sand bar of which can not be wisely attempted with such a sea on, and at night. As evening wears on dancing is commenced, I scribble awhile. 18. Thursday. Lying at the mouth of the St Louis river, contemplative of the sand-bar. A canoe with Indians paddling, Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 77, August 17-18, 1853 . 17 Au
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