HISTORY OF WINNEBAGO COUNTY.

lages on the McCann farm at Omro, and on Preech Bend, a few
miles below, were mixed villages of Winnebago and Pota-
watomi." Mentions: "Remains in city of Oshkosh of planting
grounds in fourth ward on a vacant block, lying on lake shore
between Merritt and Washington streets, the elevation left by
the old corn hills are still plainly visible (1873), and a mound on
the lake shore close by was no doubt a cache or place of storing
grain. In the lot on Merritt street adjoining this block on the
west a strip of ground running the whole length of the lot is
composed almost entirely of stones from fist size to larger that
marks a 'squaw hill,' or the place where the squaws piled away
the stones that might interfere with the growing crops."

Indian Eloquence.
As a sample of Indian eloquence we give here the speech made
by Reginald Oshkosh at the celebration held in Oshkosh, August
26, 1903, to recognize the half century of its corporate life. A
large party of Menominee Indians came from their reservation
under the care of their agent, Mr. Shephard Freeman, and with
them Neopope Oshkosh, a son of Oshkosh, then 72 years old, and
his son, Reginald Oshkosh, a grandson of Chief Oshkosh, a young
man of 26 years. He was a graduate of Carlisle, Pa., Indian
School and a married man. His wife was also present. Neopope
made a forcible and complimentary address, his words being in-
terpreted through an interpreter, as he speaks only the Indian
language. The exercises were held in the open air at North
Park before an immense crowd of people. The address made by
Reginald Oshkosh was in the English language and was in words
as follows: 
"Ladies and Gentlemen--I appreciate very much the honor of
being called upon to address you upon this great day. I am not
an orator; therefore I feel unprepared for the occasion.
"It is a pleasure to me to be in the midst of so many happy
and intelligent faces and to be greeted as the once original owner
of the soil upon which you stand. Words fail to express the im-
pressions and ideas which come to me as I view this beautiful
city, and its surroundings where my ancestors once happily
dwelt. The wigwam, the dense forest and even the red man and
his customs have entirely disappeared. Today we see him not
roaming the paths beneath the gigantic pines, with painted face,
bow and arrows; neither the tomahawk nor the war club.

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