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The British, with their habitual disposition to underestimate a defeat, claimed that their loss in
killed and wounded was less than one hundred; but eye witnesses to the fight have stated that but few,
comparatively, escaped. It is certain that the slaughter about Parent's Creek was so great that "the stream
seemed to run with blood," and it has ever since borne the name of the "Bloody Run."
The reader who seeks further details of the fight, or the attendant circumstances, will find them
in the fascinating pages of Parkman's "Conspiracy of Pontiac," or in "Farmer's History of Detroit"
A short drive further along the avenue, brings us to the recently opened Boulevard which
stretches in a bee line to the north, as far as the eye can reach. At the foot of the Boulevard on the river
front, is the vacant tract recently bought by the city as an approach to a proposed elegant bridge, to be
constructed to the Island Park. Near by stands the house of the Michigan Yacht Club, with gaily
decorated craft riding at anchor in front, or pushing out for a trip.
Just before reaching the second toll-gate we pass a beautiful home, embowered in trees, known
as Wessonside, the residence of William B. Wesson. Near by, and close to the water stands the remnant
of Co. Hamtramck's old French house. The locality takes its name from this officer, a noted character at
the beginning of the present century. He was appointed colonel of the first regiment of United States
Infantry at its organization. The curious will find his grave in Mt Elliott; the tombstone erected by his
fellow officers records in strong phrased his worthy character and heroic deeds.
The handsome residence of S. Dow Elwood of the Wayne Co. Savings Bank, with several others
are next seen, the grounds sloping beautifully to the river.
Passing the race course and Park House, we see in the distance the city water works. The
isolated tower, a marvel of architectural beauty and grace first attracts the eye, and next the handsome
brick structure enclosing the massive engines, which ply day and night in the work of supplying 200,000
people with the best of liquids. The water inlet pipes extend out almost to the head of Belle Isle, and are
far removed from any danger of contamination from the sewage of the city. Foreseeing the rapid growth
of Detroit, the Commissioners, a few years ago, located the new works four miles above the center of
the city. The grounds are adorned with trees and fountains, and a public spirited citizen the late
Chauncy Hurlbut, bequeathed the income of nearly $250,000 for their further ornamentation, and to
provide a library. A few years hence the grounds must become a delightful place of resort.
Stop a moment and look about you. The heavy mass of foliage seen on Belle Isle, the verdant
fields near by extending to the water's edge, the snowy sails of passing ships, and the blue lake beyond,
present a most attractive picture.
Before we lose sight of the water works it will be interesting to note the group of old French pear
trees just above, relies of the days of "Louis Quatorze." These were formerly known as the "Twelve
Apostles," it being a custom of the early settlers to plant groups of a dozen pear trees, giving to each the
name of an apostle. The number of "The Apostles" of late years is becoming rapidly reduced, as time is
doing its work and these noble trees" cannot, it is said be reproduced.
Now that we are off the pavement and beyond reach of the city ordinances, we can "let out" our
fast nags for a mile or so, and should the occasion demand a shore rest, the attractive "half-way house"
of Otto Rusch is soon reached were refreshment for man and beast may be found. As we proceed we
rattle across the "Pont Rouge," or Red Bridge, which crosses Connor's Creek, so named from Richard
Connor, an early Moravian settler, whose descendants occupy adjacent lands. The creek was formerly
known as Tremble's Creek from a Frenchman, whose farm it traversed. One of Detroit's eccentric