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Passing this river, we continued along the sandy formation to its 

 extreme termination, wliich separates the Bay of St. Charles by 

 a strait from that remarkable group of islands, called the Twelve 

 Apostles by Carwer. It is this sandy point, which is called La 

 Pointe Chagoimegon* by the old French authors, a term now 

 shortened to La Pointe. Instead of " twelve," there are, how- 

 ever, nearer thirty islands, agreeably to the subjoined sketch, by 

 which it is seen that each State in the Union may stand sponsor 

 for one of them, and they might be more appropriately called 

 the Federation Groiq'). Touching at the inner or largest of the 

 group, we found it occupied by a Chippewa village, under a chief 

 called Bezhike. There was a tenement occupied by a Mr. M. 

 Cadotte, who has allied himself to the Chippewas. Hence we 

 proceeded about eleven miles to the main shore, where we 

 encamped at a rather late hour. I here found a recurrence of the 

 granitic, sienitic, and hornblende rocks, in high orbicular hills, 

 and improved the brief time of daylight to explore the vicinity. 

 The evening proved lowering and dark, and this eventuated in 

 rain, which continued all night, and until six o'clock the next 

 morning. Embarking at this hour, we proceeded northwest 

 about eight miles, to Raspberry River, and southwest to Sandy 

 River. Here we were driven ashore by a threatening tempest, 

 and before we had unladen the canoes, there fell one of the 

 most copious and heavy showers of rain. The water seemed 

 fairly to pour from the clouds. We had not pitched a tent, nor 

 could the slightest shelter be found. There seemed but one 

 option at our command, namely, that between sitting and stand- 

 ing. We chose the latter, and looked at each other, it may be, 

 foolishly, while this rain tempest poured. When it was over, we 

 were as completely wetted as if it had been our doom to lay at 

 the bottom of the lake. When the rain ceased, the wind rose 

 directly ahead, which confined us to that spot the rest of the day. 

 The next day was the Fourth of July — a day consecrated in our 

 remembrance, but which we could do no more than remember. 

 The wind continued to blow adversely till about two o'clock, 

 when we embarked, not without feeling the lake still laboring 

 under the agitation into which it had been thrown. On travelling 

 three miles, we turned the prominent point, called De Tour of 



* From Shaiigwamegun, low lands, and ing, a place. 



