_On the 15th day of March, 1897, Ignace Pelott died at Mackinac Island,
aged ninety-three years._
_The old quarter-breed, son of a half breed Chippewa mother and
French father, took with him into silence much wilderness lore of the
Northwest. He was full of stories when warmed to recital, though at the
beginning of a talk his gentle eyes dwelt on the listener with anxiety,
and he tapped his forehead--“So many things gone from there!” His
habit of saying “Oh God, yes,” or “Oh God, no,” was not in the least
irreverent, but simply his mild way of using island English._
_While water lapped the beach before his door and the sun smote sparkles
on the strait, he told about this adventure across the ice, and his
hearer has taken but few liberties with the recital._