Dazed
and confused, Netta felt her way to dry ground.
Her head was throbbing. Blood was
dripping down her face from the top of her head. She wiped it from her face
before it dripped into her eyes. She was trying to recall how she got there and
could not remember anything. She was struggling to sit up after crawling a few
feet from the water fall. She stared at the water as it fell from above,
admiring its beauty. She knelt before the water, cupped water in her hands and
washed her face. She rinsed her aching head under the flowing water. Netta
tried to stand up. Her knees were wobbly.
She leaned against a tree to get her balance. She started walking,
hoping she would find someone. She discovered she was by railroad tracks. A
wagon driven by a young man and woman was approaching her alongside the tracks.
She stood up and walked towards the oncoming wagon.
The
young woman looked a little frazzled when her husband helped Netta onto the bed
of the wagon. The newlyweds were on their way to a cabin in the woods to
celebrate the newness of their wedded bliss when they came across Netta. The streets were bustling with activity and
music could be heard from the saloon doors when they approached the village of
Munising. The young man and woman rode
past the saloon and continued down the street. The young man, named John,
turned the wagon around and headed back towards the saloon. Emma, his new wife,
prodded John to turn around and he obliged. John helped Netta down from the
wagon and brought her to the saloon. He walked in with her and told the
bartender how he found her by the tracks. Edward, the bartender, told him he
would provide her a room and he would contact old Doc to check in on her.
Doc
approached the bed where Netta was lying. He asked “What’s your name?”
“I
don’t know. How did I get here?” asked Netta.
“John
and Emma brought you here. They said they found you by the tracks,” replied
Doc.
“I
woke up by a waterfall. My head was bleeding,” replied Netta.
“You
have a big gash on your head. Do you remember how you got that?” asked Doc.
“No.
I just remember waking up by the waterfall.”
“I
will get some whiskey from the bar to pour on that gash and bandage it so it
won’t get infected,” said Doc.
Netta,
who really did not know who she was, was scared and wished she could remember
what happened to her.
Doc
poured a generous amount of whiskey on her head and handed her a cloth to wipe
her face. She jumped when it was poured on her head. She was in so much pain
and the doc just made it worse. He wrapped a bandage around her head and told
her to drink some whiskey so she could get some sleep without feeling too much
pain. Netta gagged as she swallowed the pungent liquid. The room started
spinning around and she passed out from the pain in a drunken stupor.
“Wake
up sleepy head,” said Rose.
Netta
looked up groggily at Rose and asked, “Where am I?”
“You
are at the Lucky Star. You ended up here a couple of days ago. We thought we should wake you and get some
grub down you so you gain your strength back.”
Netta
took one look at the soup and ran to the window and vomited.
“Oh,
you poor thing. I will get a cold compress for that head of yours.”
Rose
ran to the river behind the saloon and dipped a cloth in the water and brought
it back for Netta’s head. Netta smiled meekly at Rose.
After
a couple of weeks, Netta started feeling better. She was getting her strength
back. She still didn’t remember who she was or why she ended up at the
waterfall.
Rose
decided to come up with a name for Netta. “How about we call you Elenore? I had
a grandma who just passed and her name was Elenore.”
“I
like that name.”
“Elenore
it is.”
“Where
am I?” asked Elenore.
“You
are in Munising, a town in the Michigan territory,” replied Rose.
Munising
was an up and coming community with lots of prospects located in the western
portion of the Upper Peninsula near Marquette. An early settler by the name of Thomas
G. Sullivan was the first mayor of the village. In 1894, Timothy Nester
traveled to Munising with Captain Taylor and saw potential for the struggling
community. The population at that time was 500. He hired men and the work began
at the village. First, he had a post office constructed. In 1896, the village
was incorporated. The population jumped to over 3,000 in a short amount of
time. Docks, a tannery, and sawmills were constructed, which put many of the
men to work who relocated to Munising from various locations. A newspaper was printed that announced the
local news.
Simon
saw a need to run a saloon and provide some female companions for the unmarried
men in the community. The men greatly outnumbered the women in Munising. Some
of the married men also frequented the saloon to partake in some of the women’s
attributes. There were never enough women to go around and Simon was always
looking for more women. Simon believed that if the men had women and liquor to
occupy their time when they weren’t working, they would stay out of trouble.
That was good in theory but did not represent real life during that time
period. Many men were severely injured and even lost their lives during brawls,
usually over gambling debts or women. Poker was the game of choice.
“What
year is it?” asked Elenore.
“The
year is 1899,” responded Rose.
“I
have something to ask you. Simon sent me up to talk to you about working for
him.”
“What
kind of work? Does he want me to serve drinks?” asked Elenore.
“No,
silly,” replied Rose.
“What
does he want me to do?” asked Elenore.
“He
wants you to lay with men like I do to earn our keep. There are a lot of men
who do not have wives to keep them company. Simon has noticed how the men look
at you and he thinks you could make up your keep by pleasing them,” said Rose.
She could tell Elenore was uneasy with the prospect. She smiled meekly at
Elenore to ease her mind. Elenore looked confused more than anything.
“You
remember I don’t remember anything from my past. I don’t even know if I have
been with a man before. How will I even know what to do? I feel really
uncomfortable about what Simon wants me to do,” said Elenore. Her eyes spoke
volumes. She looked confused and scared at the same time. Rose was feeling
sorry for her.
“The
men usually know what to do. You just have to lay there and pretend you like
what they are doing,” said Rose, trying to reassure her.
Rose
looked at Elenore and wondered what else she could say to ease Elenore’s mind.
Several
days after Rose talked with Elenore, Elenore agreed begrudgingly to go along
with Simon’s requests. She was feeling guilty because she wasn’t earning her
keep.
Elenore
ended up being the favored one of the working women at the Lucky Star. Most of
the men requested her. Elenore was a
petite woman with long flowing auburn hair. Her dazzling blue eyes caught the
eye of many men. The men often wondered why she wasn’t happily married to a
prominent man and they wondered how she ended up at the Lucky Star.
Samuel
was sleeping on some hay in the loft of his family’s sawmill. He was suddenly
awakened by a loud crash. He had no light but he looked down to see what made
that sound. He could hear people walking around. Someone was carrying a large tree
limb with the end lit up with fire. Samuel could see that the person holding
the lighted limb was an Indian person. He was shining the light over one of the
saws. Another Indian held a large rock above his head and he started pounding
on the saw blade. Samuel was beside himself and he reached for his flintlock,
loaded it and shot at the Indian with the large rock and just missed his head.
Part of his ear was shot off. The one holding the light yelled in another
language and everyone ran from the sawmill.
Samuel
waited for awhile and then climbed down from the loft. He snuck out the back
door and headed for his family’s home. He yelled for his Paw. His Paw came out
from his bedroom scratching his head with one hand and holding his gun with his
other hand. His gun was pointed at his son.
“Paw,
it’s me. Don’t shoot me,” said Samuel.
“What’s
wrong, son?” asked his Paw.
“I
caught some Indians trying to destroy one of our main saw blades. I got a shot
in before they ran off. I think I shot one of those Indian’s ears clean off,”
said Samuel.
“That’s
good son. Maybe they will think twice before coming here again to cause
trouble.”
“We
need to tell the mayor about the what the Indians tried to do to our sawmill.”
“I
will tell him first thing in the morning. Right now, let’s get some shut eye,
son. I want you to sleep inside with us tonight. I don’t want to take any
chances.”
“Do
you think they are going to come back tonight?”
“No,
I think you scared them off.”
It
was well-known that some of the Indian people who were living in the area
created problems for some of the construction workers. They were sneaking into
the town during the night and stealing tools and wrecking some of the
construction projects. They were careful
not to get caught. Samuel was the first person to catch them in the act.
Native
Americans have had a long history in the Munising area. The name Munising was
an Indian name which meant “Place of the Great Island” in the Ojibwe language.
Grand Island was an island that many people of many races had visited.
In
1668 the French explored the Munising area and the area was considered part of
New France. Convoys of voyagers camped along the coast of Lake Superior from
Grand Marais to Au Train. The Paris Peace Treaty of 1763 ceded the area to the
British and the region became a part of the struggling United States.
The
native people lived near the mouth of Sand River in 1820. They moved their
village to Sand Point because a post was built on Grand Island in the 1820s by
the American Fur Company. Prior to the white settlers moving to the area, the
area was visited by fur traders, explorers and fishermen. In 1850, white men
discovered the area known as Au Train. At that time, the village consisted of
thirty homes, a blacksmith shop, sawmill and lighthouse.
Some
of the shores in Munising were lined with cliffs known today as the Pictured
Rocks because of their multicolored sandstone and mineral stains on the face of
the cliffs. The Indian people had given names to such phenomenon and legends
were told about the area. Legends were told about the cliffs.
Treaties
with the Indian people were negotiated by the President of the United States
and were binding when approved by the Indians and two-thirds of the U.S.
Senate. Many tribal people felt they had no choice but to give in to the U. S.
government. The greatest number of treaties were arranged between 1815 and
1860, during the prominent westward expansion, 260 treaties were secured.
Almost 100 treaties specifically addressed boundaries between a tribe and the
United States. Two tribes, the Potawatomi and Ojibwe (Michigan tribes),
negotiated 42 treaties, which is more than any other tribe.
The
1836 Treaty of Washington changed the lives of many of the Native Americans
living in Michigan. The treaty was a part of the Indian Removal faction, a
movement which wiped out the ownership of a vast amount of Indian territories
in Michigan for the Indian people. Congress
assigned commissioners to assure these treaty documents were secured with the
tribes. The Indian people were considered the conquered ones. These meetings
were not based on equality; the meetings exemplified expansionism. Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
was instrumental in organizing gatherings of the Ojibwe and Odawa leaders to
discuss the impending treaty negotiations. The1836 Treaty of Washington
resulted in the takeover of 5/8 of the total land base in Michigan from the
Indian people.
Many
tribal people were still angry with the white settlers for encroaching on their
land, taking all their resources and treating them with little to no respect.
Some of the Indian people, especially the sons of past warriors were not ready
to give into the white settlers. They wanted the settlers to know they meant
business and they did not want them living on the land that belonged to their
ancestors.
“Thomas,
our sawmill was attacked last night by Indians. Samuel caught them in the act.
He thinks he shot one in the ear,” said Henry, Samuel’s father. Thomas G.
Sullivan, an early settler, was the first mayor of Munising after it was
incorporated.
“What
did you catch them doing?” asked Thomas.
“One
of the Indians had a large rock and he was pounding the rock on a saw blade,”
replied Henry.
“Now
they are going after sawmills. They destroyed one of the side walls to the post
office the other night. It’s being repaired as we speak. I don’t feel like they
are a threat to our lives, but their destruction needs to stop.”
“I
will have to fix the saw blade. They didn’t do too much damage, but I can’t use
it the way it is,” said Henry.
Thomas
said, “I have an idea. Let’s take a few of our men folk and go to their village
and take to them about what is going on. Perhaps we can ask them to provide
protection for our village and pay them for their services.”
“That
sounds like a grand idea,” replied Henry.
Rose
felt she was getting long in the tooth, too long in the tooth to be a working
girl at the Lucky Star. She still had a nice body. Round where she needed to be
with long, thin legs. Wrinkles surrounded her sparkling eyes and mouth. Rose
was still requested when certain gentlemen came calling, but she was starting
to dread those times. She was hoping Simon would let her take the position of
cook at his little establishment. The previous cook died of consumption.
Simon’s wife, Lucinda, was filling in. Lucinda had little ones to care for at
home. Her youngsters were being cared for by their oldest daughter, Betsy.
Lucinda feared it was too much responsibility for a ten-year-old. Betsy was
cooking and cleaning along with taking care of Bud and Lawrence because she had
to be at the saloon ten hours a day to cook and clean.
“I
would really like to cook for you,” said Rose.
“I
have Lucinda here by my side where she belongs,” replied Simon.
Lucinda
glared at Simon.
“What’s
with the look, Lucinda?”
“I
can’t be here every day. Betsy is run ragged taking care of our boys and the
house. I need to be home taking care of them,” replied Lucinda. She stood with
her hands on her hips.
“Can’t
we work out something? Perhaps that neighbor lady could spell Betsy now and
again so she won’t get so worn out,” said Simon.
“You
know we can’t count on Beth. She likes to drink too much. Just the other day I
saw her stumbling across the road trying to get to her house.”
“I
bet she would quick tipping the bottle if she was watching our youngsters,”
said Simon.
“I
can’t trust someone like that,” said Lucinda.
“Give
me a chance to prove myself. You won’t be sorry,” said Rose.
“You
earn good money for this place by doing exactly what you do,” said Simon.
“You
haven’t noticed that I haven’t been too busy lately. I am getting too old,”
said Rose.
“Give
her a chance Simon,” demanded Lucinda.
Lucinda
took off the apron she was wearing and handed it to Rose.
“It
looks like I don’t really have a choice in the matter,” said Simon. He turned
abruptly and walked back to the bar to serve a customer.
“I
would like something from your top shelf. Something that will slide down my
palate smoothly,” said a man. The man was tall with broad shoulders, he had
dark hair and blue eyes. His eyes looked like they penetrated right through
you.
He
made Simon feel uncomfortable. Simon looked at the man uneasily and replied,
“We only have whiskey.” Simon pointed to the jars of whiskey that lined the
shelf behind him.
The
man sighed and said, “Give me a whiskey.”
Elenore
approached the bar to meet her next client. She froze in her tracks when she
saw the tall, dark stranger.
Rose
ran to her side and said, “What’s wrong? It’s look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Elenore
could not respond. She was stiff with fear.
Rose
looked at the man and Simon to see if she could figure out what was going on.
The
stranger stared back at Rose. Rose backed up and took another look at the man.
Elenore
turned and ran. She took the stairs two at a time.
Rose
was following close behind her.
Rose
slammed the door to Elenore’s room.
“Do
you know that man?” asked Rose.
“I
don’t know. I think I know him from somewhere,” replied Elenore.
Elenore
was trembling and sobbing at the same time.
They
heard loud footsteps in the hall outside Elenore’s room.
There
was a loud knock at the door. Elenore and Rose jumped and looked at each other,
eyes as big as saucers.
“It’s
me,” Simon said.
Rose
went to the door and let Simon in.
“I
don’t know who that man was. Never seen him before, but he sure shook you up
Elenore. Do you know who he is?” asked Simon.
“I
think he might be from my past. I still can’t remember anything from my past.”
“He
left as soon as he saw you. Didn’t finish his whiskey. Acted like his ass was
on fire.”
Simon
looked at Elenore and shook his head.
Henry,
Thomas, Samuel, Edward and Earl loaded their flintlocks, put saddles on their
horses and headed to the Indian settlement outside of town. They wanted to meet
with the Indian men to discuss what could be done about the destructive acts
occurring almost nightly.
White
Feather greeted them. He could speak broken English.
“White
Feather, we need your help,” said Thomas. The men agreed that Thomas, being the
mayor, should lead the discussion with the Indian men. They referred to him as
the chief of the town of Munising so he may be given more respect.
“Whaaat
help do you need?” stuttered White Feather. White Feather was the chief of the
settlement.
“Someone
has been sneaking into our town and causing some damage to buildings,” replied
Thomas.
“Whaaat
do you want from us?” asked White Feather.
“We
would like to pay you and your warriors to keep watch over our town to make
sure nothing bad happens,” replied Thomas.
“You
want to pay us?” asked White Feather.
“Yes.
We would pay you in food, clothes and blankets,” said Thomas.
“I
talk to warriors and see what they say,” replied White Feather. White Feather
walked over to some of the Indian men standing near the fire and told them
about the proposition. White Feather returned to the fire to tell Thomas what
they said.
“The
warriors said they happy to watch over your settlement,” said White Feather.
Thomas
motioned to the other men in his party and they handed salt pork, blankets and
shirts over to White Feather.
White
Feather motioned for the warriors to join them at the fire. The peace pipe was
passed around. The men rode their horses back to Munising, hopeful that the
destruction would stop once and for all.
Elenore
was having a fitful dream. She woke up screaming. Rose was staying in the room
next to her. She was awakened and ran into Elenore’s room. Elenore was covered
in sweat, sitting up and hugging her chest.
“Elenore,
what happened?” asked a concerned and frightened Rose.
“I
had this horrible dream. The man I saw yesterday was in my dream. He was tying
me up and locking me in a room. He slapped and hit me before he tied me up. I
was bleeding and pleading for him to stop. It was so terrifying,” sobbed
Elenore.
“That
must have been frightening,” responded Rose.
“It
was. It seemed so real.”
Maybell,
another working woman, knocked on Elenore’s door.
“Is
everybody alright?” asked Maybell.
“Yes,
Elenore had a nightmare,” replied Rose.
“Must
have been some dream,” said Maybell.
“A
man was in the saloon yesterday. A really creepy man with these scary eyes.
Elenore ran upstairs when she saw him. I think he may have reminded her of
someone from her past,” said Rose.
“I
think you might be right. He looked really familiar,” said Elenore.,
“I
wish you could remember your past, Elenore,” said Rose.
“I
wish I could too,” said Elenore.
“Are
you going to be okay?” asked Maybell.
“I
think I am,” said Elenore.
“I
will sleep next to you tonight until you fall asleep,” said Rose trying to
reassure Elenore.
“That
would be nice,” said Elenore.
White
Feather assigned two of his most reliable men to guard the town of Munising
that evening. He was hoping that whoever was causing the destruction would be
caught and stopped once and for all. He did not want any of his people to be
causing problems. He thought it was
important to keep the peace with the settlers.
Running
Elk and Laughing Fox were sitting on top of one of the roofs watching over the
town when they heard a thud followed by another thud. They climbed down from
the roof to see what was going on. Two young Indian braves were seen hitting
the door to the mayor’s office with large rocks. Running Elk and Laughing Fox
crept up behind them and grabbed them from behind. They fought valiantly to get
away until they saw who was holding onto them.
“Let
go, we will explain,” said one of the young lads.
“Explain,”
ordered Running Elk.
“We
were sent by our grandfather to break things in the town,” said the young
brave, named Standing Bear.
“I
know two. You just went through the fasting ceremony to become young men,” said
Laughing Fox.
“We
are from the same clan,” responded Running Elk.
“Yes,
we are,” said Standing Bear.
“We
have been asked to protect the town from the town’s chief,” said Laughing Fox.
“I
did not know that,” said Gray Fox, the other young brave.
“They
provided us with blankets, food and clothes to wear,” said Running Elk.
“We
need to honor their requests,” added Laughing Fox.
“Are
you the only ones who are causing the destruction?” asked Running Elk.
“No,
our brothers are in on it,” answered Gray Fox reluctantly.
“We
were following orders given by our elders,” said Standing Bear feeling slighted
for being caught and scolded.
“We
need to stop this destruction once and for all. We need to have a working
relationship with the white people. We cannot be at war with them,” said
Laughing Fox.
“White
Feather wants us to stop all the destruction and he had a feeling it was one of
us causing the damage. He was right. Yes, the white people have come to our
land and live here without any consideration for us. They have killed a lot of
our game and fished our rivers. Our numbers are getting fewer and fewer. We
need to protect our village by getting along with them. Do you understand what
I am saying,” said Running Elk.
“Yes,
we will talk to our brothers and tell them to stop,” said Standing Bear.
Elenore’s
eyes were swollen from crying and not getting enough sleep the night before.
Rose grabbed her hand and squeezed it to reassure her.
“I
will talk with Simon to see if there is anything we can do to protect you from
that man if he ever comes to the Lucky Star again,” said Rose.
“I
don’t know if that is going to help. I don’t know why I was afraid of him. I
wish I knew.”
“Hopefully,
you get your memory back,” said Rose.
“Simon,
remember that stranger that came into the saloon yesterday and Elenore’s
reaction to seeing him,” said Rose.
“Ya,
I do. What was that all about?” asked Simon.
“I
think the man reminded Elenore of someone from the past. I was wondering if we
could talk with Thomas, the mayor, and see if there is anything he can do for
Elenore,” said Rose.
“I
would be more than willing to talk to him. Why don’t you come with me Elenore?”
asked Simon.
“I
think I will. I think the fresh air will do me good,” replied Elenore.
“I
will hold down the fort while the two of you are gone,” said Rose.
Thomas
was surprised to hear about what happened the day before. He called in the
Sheriff John Bailey to see what he had to say about the situation.
Thomas
has been in love with Elenore since the first time he met her. He would pay for
her services but would hold her in his arms. He wanted to make Elenore his
wife. He thought he could get past the life she has led as long as she was safe
with him. Thomas was wondering if she would be willing to stay at his home as a
measure of protection against the unknown stranger.
“I
was wondering if you would like staying under my roof until we figure out who
the stranger is and if he is of any danger to you,” said Thomas, hopeful his
suggestion would not appear to be out of line.
Thomas
added, “I have an extra room where I could set up a cot for you to sleep on.”
“I
think a change of lodging would help you feel more comfortable. I saw how
scared you were yesterday. You should have seen her. It was like she saw a
ghost,” said Simon.
“I
will make up the cot today and you can sleep there tonight,” said Thomas.
“Thanks.
I think I may feel safer if I stay at your home tonight,” replied Elenore. She
was trying to appear grateful but something was nagging at her.
Elenore
went back to work that afternoon and could not wait until she left to go to
Thomas’ to sleep. The man did visit the saloon and he may return.
Simon
escorted Elenore to Thomas’ home that evening.
Oliver
was watching from the roof of a sawmill. He was plotting how he could get his
hands on the woman he thought he left for dead at the waterfall. He had to kill
her before she remembered who he is. Oliver was a prominent business man in the
town of Shingleton. A small community outside of Munising. He was married to
Netta for two years before he fell in love with Grace, a preacher’s daughter.
Netta came from a well-established banker and he inherited land and a farmhouse
when he married Netta. He was given a job at the bank as a loan officer. Netta
had the habit of going off on her own to explore nature so it wasn’t a stretch when
she went missing one day. The townsfolk thought she ran into a bear or a pack
of wolves. Oliver acted like he was devastated when Netta did not return home.
Grace, of course, was there to comfort Oliver.
Elenore
went to sleep quickly on the cot in Thomas’ home. She was exhausted from the night
before. She was tossing and turning. She sat upright on the cot. She was being
flooded by memories. The man she saw at the Lucky Star was her husband. He was
abusive to her and kept her locked up in their home the last week before she
was brought to the waterfall. She
remembered his name was Oliver, an awful, arrogant man who the women seem to
flock around. He was very charming. She woke up Thomas to tell him what she
remembered. She wished he was Rose, but she could not hold in what she
remembered. She had to share with someone.
A
rock crashed through the window of the front room at Thomas’ home.
Men
were yelling at the top of their lungs outside. Thomas grabbed his loaded rifle
and ran outside. Oliver’s arms were being held by Running Elk and Laughing Fox.
A lighted torch was lying on the ground at their feet.
“We
caught this man before he threw the fire into your home, Chief Thomas,” said
Laughing Fox.
“Thanks
for catching the scoundrel. Help me bring him to the jail house,” said Thomas.
Before
he was hauled off, Elenore slapped Oliver hard across the face.
Oliver
went before a jury of Elenore’s peers and was found guilty of attempted murder.
He was hung for his crime.
Thomas
shared his feelings with Elenore and told her he always thought she was too good
to be a working girl. They married shortly after her first husband was hung for
his crime.