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But on we came. The road seemed now so little traveled that we much feared we had taken the wrong one, and should not reach a settlement that night. My secret apprehensions were that we were on an Indian trail, as I had heard there were many of those in Michigan, and that we should perhaps arrive at some Indian village or wigwam. All that I had ever read or heard of savage cruelty came into my mind, and I cast many anxious glances into the faces of my companions, but their troubled expressions did not tend in any degree to reassure me, and I had almost begun to despair when, to our great joy, we saw approaching at a distance, not a savage, but a good, honest looking man with a coat on his arm. Of him we inquired our whereabouts, and learned that we were near, and should soon arrive at Abbott's tavern. The absence of any improvement had made the last eleven miles seem almost interminable to us, and has often since reminded me of a remark made by a neighbor of ours, that a mile in Michigan was ' across a section and around one,' the length of "their miles at that time being proverbial. We were now within three
miles of our place of destination, which was Col. Maynard's. I had known, ever since leaving home, that this was to be our final stopping place, and had, of course, attached considerable consequence to it.
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