We hauled our old cannon to the bluff and pointed it at Kilbourn's house across the river. No one knew where the cannon came from or how it got here in Jeuneautown. Our gunner, old Jacob, had been with Mad Anthony at Fallen Timbers back in '94 and was the only one of us who had ever fired a cannon. He promised the cannon would not blow up in our faces. We planned to knock down Kilbourn's house because he had knocked down our bridge and done lots of other crazy things. He was an evil man. If you've ever been to Milwaukee, you've seen how the Milwaukee River comes down from the north and takes a sharp turn east into Lake Michigan. Back in 1818 our leader Solomon Juneau came down from Quebec and started a trading village here between the river and the lake. Solomon married an Métis woman which gave him an in with the Menomonee Indians. Everything was going fine till this Byron Kilbourn arrived on the west side of the river and started Kilbourntown. Kilbourn w
At the end of the game, the king and the pawn both go back in the same box.—Italian proverb