From: dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman)
Subject: A ghost story....or not? 
Organization: Detroit Institute of Criminal Arts and Sciences
Distribution: usa
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1992 12:56:17 GMT


I was a camp counselor at a Camp named Camp Dearborn.  It is located oddly
enough in Milford Michigan.  While working there, this story was related to
and refered to...

It seems that the camp was located on some old indian territory.  I guess
the state "bought" bought it from the indians.  Two counselors in present
day thought that this was neet, and went on a fact finding mission, this is
what they discovered.  

The Camp was old indian territor, it belonged to a tribe of the Huron
Indians.  The Chief of this tribe was named Michigami.  He stood a whopping
6'9", and was build like a wall.  His hands were huge, and looked like a
mighty warrior.  But alas, fate threw him a curve and he was also born an
albino.  So he had white hair, and red (pink) eyes.  He was also a very
peacful man.  Rumor has it that he never killed anything.  All his clothes
were given to him, by the other braves.  And the food he ate were off of the
trees ... he was a vegitarian.  Well when the state decided to "buy" the
land, he decided to have a conference.  The military caught wind of this,
and decided to "crash the party", so to speak.  The conference was to be
held in a bowl shaped depression.  (This depression is the current location
of the Pee-Vee campers, ages 6-8) Michigami stood at the bottom of the Bowl
while all the wariors sat on the sides looking inward.  The Army snuck up
from behind.  Thier idea was to open fire, thinking the warriors would all
stand up and rush them.   Well when they did this, and the smoke cleared,
to their supprise, none of the warriors had stood up, and the only one
standing was...Michigami.  The indians were deciding on where to move to,
for Michigami did not want a confrontation with the White Man's Army.

The Army allowed the tribe one week to pack and move.  The tribe decided
that most importantly, Michigami should be buried.  They selected the three
strongest warriors to dig the burial pit.  On the first day the warriors
dug, and the chief medicine man or shaman dance in circles around the pit.
The second and thrid day were the same, with the men digging, and the shaman
danceing all the while.  On the fourth day, they layed Michigami to rest,
with food, clothes and a hatchet to cut wood in the Happy Hunting Grounds.
The fifth day they started to fill the pit, and the Shaman once more danced.
The Sixth and seventh day wer the same.  Finally they were finished, and the
layed 4 loggs over the site, marking the burial mound.  And the tribe moved
on.

The two councelors read this and got excited.  They knew that the mound must
be there somewhere.  So they had their campers look for it.  They offered a
prize, a six-pack of Coke-a-Cola.  The campers started looking in earnist.
It wasn't until 3 weeks later that a camper literally stumbled upon it.  It
was, you see, on a well used travel path through the woods.  The Counselors
were delited that they had found it, but were puzzled as to what to do.
They decided in the end, that to show proper respect for Michigami, that
when walking by it, or on it, as the trail led, that one should remain
silent, and pay their respects for the dead Chief.  This seemed to work very
well...until....

It seems that there were two "trouble-maker" kids.  They would cuss, and
fight, and bully the other campers.  When crossing they mound, they would
scream, spit and carry on.  One night when they were being esspecially
unrully, the wind changed drastically.  The clouds seem to roll in from
every where.  and seemed to rool in and then stop right over the mound.  The
sky became balck, and it got dark...real dark.  Rumor has it that you
couldn't see your hand infront of your face.  The caounclors ran for flash
lights, and the kids had already ran for their tents.  That was when the
Moaning started.  The councelors split up, to check on the kids.  While they
were checking There was a clap of Thunder and a Flash of Lightning.  And the
sound of a falling tree.   One rushed to the sound, having to cross the
bridge...he wouldn't talk about what he saw at the bridge for a while...
Another rushed to see what happened with the lightning and the tree crash.
What he saw at the tent was horrible, a tree had fallen on the tent,
Pulling the canvas aside, he entered the tent.  The first thing he saw were
the two boys their bodies impaled by the tree branches.  The second thing he
noticed was the third boy in the tent was untouched bt the tree.  He was
sitting in the corner rocking.  ans repeating one word "Michigami,
Michigami, Michigami."

The first councelor quit one week ater, he confided in me and told me what
he saw.  He saw a ghostly figure, and indian with white hair and glowing red
eyes......with tears running down his face......

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| "If love is blind...            | dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman) |
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| "If love is blind...            | dmorgan@emunix.emich.edu (Faceman) |
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|       --  an anonymous wise man |"Naner Naner Naner...and Wubba Too" | 
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