Describes a stop in Copper Harbor to pick up ladies from the Livermore family to join their tour of Lake Superior aboard the Sam Ward. Transcription: Fort Huron Lewis took a mile walk through the trees, to the ?ǣFort, ? Captain Estabrook passing us on horseback. Across a pretty little stream, rushing down in little rapids, and to a neatly Lake Fanny Hoe built house, ?ǣfort-like. ? There was a government station while home here, with soldiers, but there being no need of ?em tis abandoned. Visiting the house. A Doctor Livermore, with family, the female members of it about to accompany us on ou
Describes a stop in Copper Harbor to pick up ladies from the Livermore family to join their tour of Lake Superior aboard the Sam Ward. Transcription: Fort Huron Lewis took a mile walk through the trees, to the ?ǣFort, ? Captain Estabrook passing us on horseback. Across a pretty little stream, rushing down in little rapids, and to a neatly Lake Fanny Hoe built house, ?ǣfort-like. ? There was a government station while home here, with soldiers, but there being no need of ?em tis abandoned. Visiting the house. A Doctor Livermore, with family, the female members of it about to accompany us on our tour. Lots of mineral specimens, and Indian curiosities. A clumsily carven knobbed club which had slain, so said its red owner 7 men. But the folk are ready. A middle aged woman, two younger ones, one plump, in bloomer hat, the other both rather pretty one with long curls. All into the boat, and are rowed back; weather threatening rapid change, lightning darting chain-like through the obscured sky, and thunder reverberating over the lake. Just in time we gained the Sam Ward. Down came the driving rain, the lightning flashed far and wide, and heavy rolling and deep muttering bellowed the thunder. We are off again. Supper. Subsequently while sitting in the ladies cabin, talking with Lewis, a horrible clamor arose over head. Something, a spar had fallen, and there was a rush, and a cry that the boat was struck by lightning. The panic over, I went to my cabin, opened the door looking lakewards and gazed forth. ?Twas a grand sight. The sun of a ghastly yellow red was sinking, and his beams, and those of the leaping lightning were mirrored over the wild lake, where ?ǣThe rain Was sawing wide the fruitless main! ? For some time it continued, the lightning chain-like, and particu- Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 6, page 69, August 15, 1853 . 15 August 1853. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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