depicted on every countenance. It was suggested by one that as nobody claimed to have seen the
Indians, it would be advisable to ascertain the truth of the exciting rumors, that as soon as
possible the crowd disperse and seek rest and refreshment. H. N. SMITH, JOHN CARROL and
a stranger, whose name we have forgotten, volunteered to go north, in the direction whence the
latest news had come. A pair of fast horses, with a light wagon, soon took the party far on their
way. Plenty of people flying before a fancied foe, all along: but no Indians. At SENZ's tavern,
TOWN OF RHINE, they found hundreds of women and children, with three or four men. At
FLAGG's tavern, twelve miles north of PLYMOUTH, two hundred men had assembled. The
party was under the leadership of HON. JULIUS WOLFF, who, armed cap-a-pie, with the
uniform of PRUSSIA, ala KAISER WILHELM, with gun, sword, bayonet, pistols, was an
object well calculated not only to strike terror to the savage heart, but also to restore confidence
to the most timid -- and to cure dyspepsia tn its worst form. The scene here was ludicrously
solemn, but with a throb of awful expectancy in the air. Everybody was silent, and not a drop
of beer could be obtained. Upon inquiry, nobody could say that he had actually seen an Indian,
or even heard one; but somebody else had not only seen the "varmints,” but had witnessed the
burning of villages and the massacre of hundreds of white men. When this person was
interviewed, he also, referred to another, and so on, ad infinitum. So at midnight the scouting
party returned, tired, but tranquil; satisfied that there was not a redskin enemy between
PLYMOUTH and LAKE SUPERIOR.

Here, meantime, the multitude, weary with excitement, bivouacked here and there, as
beds, lounges and floors were obtainable. Gradually, as night waned and the morning began to
break, sleep settled upon all, and "nary" an Indian appeared, even in dreams. At 1 o'clock A.M.
we went home from watching by a sick child; all was still, save the chirping crickets, and the
water falling over the mill dam.

After the excitement was over, the absurdities of the occasion were freely talked over.
Men who went flying through the country without hats, on unsaddled horses, screaming at every
farm house that the Indians were coming, were ready to laugh at their own ungrounded fears, or
to declare that they "were not frightened a bit."

One family in town had a child dangerously sick of diptheria, whom they wrapped in
blankets and carried to a neighbors house. The excitement and extra warmth of coverings
produced a change, and the patient rapidly recovered. One man took the pork out of his barrels
and buried it in the cellar. An acquaintance of ours, who had a cask of excellent currant wine,
called in his neighbors as they were passing, and drank it up, determined that the savages should
not get drunk through any fault of his. Another family scattered all their furniture over a "ten acre
lot," hoping thereby saving some, at least, another put their valuables in a well. One lady ran all
the way to town, three miles, with a pumpkin pie in her hand. One good friend of ours turned
pigs into her garden, because the corn and vegetables would benefit her no longer, and the pigs
might enjoy one good meal before the Indians came. The scene was indescribably queer...

But this was not all; the same scene, varied by circumstances was enacted over a great
portion of the STATE. The panic wave, starting in MANITOWOC COUNTY from some trivial
circumstance -- we know not what -- gathered strength as it traveled, rolling like a tide through
SHEBOYGAN, OZAUKEE and MILWAUKEE COUNTIES. A gentleman returning from the
latter city with a horse and buggy met the crest of the advancing breaker -- people running, people

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