You will find a lone, marked grave
Eighteen feet from the end of the path
The name is Charles van Ebhorn, a doctor

From here set out Northeast for two miles
There is a clearing, a meadow here where
Little Turtle and the Miami made offerings
Of tobacco at a boulder where Turkey Foot died

Roche De Boeuf is where they could meet in safety,
High point and in the middle of the river
They could walk to it, in that shallow water.

The white men would call it an Indian Bridge,
Water shallow enough to cross on foot
They smirked at their joke, they built real bridges

During Little Turtle’s War, the Indians defeated
General St. Clair, the most decisive loss ever by the US
Against Native American forces.