Connecticut western news., 1874-10-02
Historic Spots In Michigan.

HlStOrlC spots In Mlcnlg0ns
 How an Innocent Old Couple from Ver
 mont were Enlightened by n Grace
 full Young Man.
 On the train, the other day, wer a very confding old man and n very innocent old lady. They had passed about fve-sixths of their lives hiddeI away behind the hills, and were goinl to Western Michigan on visit to thei son. After little skirmishing round the old gentleman pitched into m, about the "crops," ''sile," and whel I found how innocent he was, gay, him all the information could. Al at once, as he rode along, the wifi, caught his arm and exclaimed:
 "Look out, Samuel, or you'll be for getting that place where they tit."
 The old man explained. He saio that young man who came down iron Canada with them, told him to look ou for the battlefield of Braddock's defeat as soon as he left Detroit. I was going to reply that the young man was an internal liar, but the old lady seemed to have set her heart or seeing the spot, and the old man was so anxious that couldn't bear to dis. appoint them. When we got down into the woods I pointed out the "battle-feld," and they put their heads out of the windows, and took ill the scene.
 "Think of it, Hannah P exclaimed the old man, as he drew in his head "think of them Injuns creeping through them woods and shooting MT. Brad dock down dead"
 "My soul p replied the old lady, seemingly overcome at the idea, and she kept her eyes on the woods until I thought she would twist her neck off.
 We got along all right for about five miles more, and then the old man wanted to know if we weren't down pretty near the spot where Tecumseh fell.
 Wherel" I yelled, and he said that the same young man had informed him that the railroad Tan close to the iden- tical spot where the great Indian war rior fell and slept.
 "It'll be a powerful favor to me an Samuel. if yell point out the spot I" urged the old lady, placing her hand on my arm.
 How could I go back on what that brazen young man had said ? The old folks had made up their minds to see the spot, end if I didn't show it to them they might worry for weeks, and they might think the young man had lied, or that I wasn't posted in the his toric spots of my State. Lor' forgive mo, but mile further on pointed out 0 hill and said:
 "Behold the last resting-place of the great Tecumseh p
 "Think of it, Hannah-just think of it r exclaimed the old man "right there is the spot where they got him 1"
 "Mercy but it don't seem possi- ble 1" she ejaculated, and she had to get out her snuff box before she could recover from the shook.
 The old gentleman said he had par ticular interest in seeing the spot, be- cause he knew the man who killed Te- cumseh-used to live right by him.
 ''He must have been an awful In- jun P broke in the old lady, "for the young man said he didn't die till they had cut off his head, and feet, and hands, and blowed the body up with barrel of powder P
 l wanted to get away after that, fear ing that something worse was coming, but she insisted upon my taking pinch of snuff, and so I kept my seat. We were just beyond Brighton, when the old man came at me like @ steam boat, with
 "Now, then, how fur is it to the spot where they found the Babes in the Woods ?"
 I wanted to get out of it, but how could I? That young man had delib- erately lied to those nice old folks, and I hadn't the moral courage to tell 'em so, and thus had to make liar of my self. It's awful to deceive any one, es- pecially 0 good old man, and 0 fat and motherly old lady, on their way to the tomb.
 "That's-yes-that's the spot r I said, as we came to dark piece of woods.
 "Think O that, Hannerl" he said, his head out of tho window, "think of them babies being found in therer"
 "Yes, it was fearfull" she replied " seems as if I could almost see them about in there now P
 There was another historic spot of which the young man had told them, but they had forgotten it, and was never more thankful. They kept quiet until the brakeman yelled out Clan sing" and then the old man bobbed up and exclaimed
 "Lansing - Lansing - why, here's where they hung Tom Collins, ain't it ?"
 He explained that Tom Collins, a Chicago desperado, had murdered eleven old women, and drank their blood for his liver complaint, and after being hunted for miles and miles, had at length been captured at Lansing, cut in pieces by the infuriated populace and then left hanging to tree.
 I had to point out the tree. It was tree near the depot, and the tail of o kite had lodged in it's branches.
 "There's whar they hung him, Han ner l" said the old man, stretching his neck.
 "And there's some O his shirt left yet," exclaimed the old lady, and as I backed out of the car, the good old man was remarking that he was going to ask the train boy, if he didn't have the pamphlet life of Tom Collins, so that they could get further particulars.
 M. QUAD.
 The Merchant NNyIes.