[the abbreviations and CAPS are mine] Honey and Venison It was during the early days (1829) and before any settlements were made in the Grand River country, and when this, the finest portion of N. MO, was visited only by the bee hunters and others in pursuit of game, in which this country then abounded, that names were given to many of our streams. Honey Creek, S. of Gallatin was so named from the great number of bee trees found in the woods along it banks. John STOKES, who afterward lived and died near its wates, was one of the party of bee hunters who game it a name. Marrowbone Creek, which passes through Colfax, Sheridan, and the NW corner of Monroe Twps, received its name from a different cause. A party of bee hunters from Tay Co., among whom were Daniel DEVAUL, Jn. STONE, Wyman VANDERPOOL, and Thomas LINVILLE, were out in quest of honey and venison. They had camped on the creek near where the old Indian trace crossed it, in Sheridan Twp, N. of the old man MARSH'S, at what is yet known as the deep hole, when some one of the party announced that a drove of elks were approaching. Arrangements were immediately made for their reception. The wind was blowing from the elks to the hunters and everything was favorable. The party deployed themselves and with cocked rifles awaited the coming of the much-coveted prizes. They did not have to wait long. Old Uncle Daniel DEVAUL has repeatedly told that it was the grandest sight he ever beheld. The herd consisted of about 20 elks, led by 4 full-grown bucks, with antlers measuring from 6 to 9 ft from point to point. All was eager expectancy. Every hunter appeared to have his eye on those bucks and the wind continuing favorable the elks were permitted to come within 100 yds when at a given signal the whole party fired. The 4 bucks were killed and 2 others with them. Now this was considered pretty good work, and it was at once decided to celebrate the occasion and have a grand good time. The marrow in the bones of an elk is said to be superior to that of any other animal, and our hunters resolved to roast these bones and never stop until they had disposed of the last drop of the marrow. Visions of the good time they were going to have flitted through their minds as they prepared the fire on which to roast the bones. But, alas for human weakness! They had forgotten the warning of BURNS when he tells that "The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft aglee". The bones were roasted, the feast partaken of; each Nimrod, feeling well satisfied with himself and his day's work, retires to his virtuous deerskins. The camp was shrouded in gloom, except that now and then came fitful flashes from the camp-fire, leaving the darkness, however, more intense. Not a sound broke the stillness; even the hooting of the owl had ceased, and the wolves had not yet scented the blood of the slain deer. The dogs had eaten their fill and were slumbering the hours away. It seemed to be past midnight, and the 'wee sma' hours" were ushering in the coming day, when the camp was aroused by t he groans and contortions of Uncle Daniel DEVAUL, who complained of too much marrow in the stomach. But it soon became apparent that Uncle Daniel was not alone in "his glory". Uncle John STONE felt that if he were turned wrong side out it would be a relief. LINVILLE asserted in heartrending tones that he didn't wish to live any longer, while VANDERPOOL prayed for the Pool of Siloam that he might be cleansed. The whole camp in fact was moving and all seemed anxious to get rid of marrow on the stomach. But why attempt to describe the harrowing scene? The pen fails to describe or words to express its full horror, and only the artist's pencil could portray the vivid colors the moving panorama of the occupants of Marrowbone camp. Suffice it to say that for 3 days they enjoyed that rest which their successful effort in going into the "marrow" of their subject brought upon them. It took t hem that length of time to get strength enough to harness their team or saddle their horses. They named the creek "Marrowbone". The hunters survived, but never did they forget their victory over those marrow bones, and they never tired of telling of the awful incidents of that first night. On the 3rd morn. after the feast, feeling stronger, they concluded to move camp. And here may be mentioned the fact that the dogs had been feasting on elk for 3 days and nights, and t hereby hangs a tale. A dog is a singular animal, you never really know how much there is in a dog until you see him moving around. Give him plenty to dat and nothing to do, and he will lie quietly in the sun and dream of dog heaven with logs of rabbits, deer and elk. Our hunters moved their camp about 4 miles NE on the next creek, which was tributary to the one left. Here they pitched their tents, and about the time supper was over and they were enjoying themselves with their pipes around their new camp-fires, the dogs commenced coming in and arranging themselves around the fire. They were really tired. They had been moving around considerable since leaving the last camping ground, and the elk which had been dormant on their stomachs for 3 days became powerfully wrought up, and our hunters soon became aware that a mighty struggle was going on between the dogs and the elk for supremacy. At first they would imagine from the odor with which the air had become impregnated that it was all dog, but the next instant changed their mind, and they were fully as well satisfied that it was all elk, and then there would come a time when it seemed to be part dog and part elk. If they had become satisfied at their last camping place that they had had too much marrowbone, they were equally as well convinced that they now had too much dog. As they had named the other creek Marrowbone, they would now name this creek Dog Creek, and although by no means a romantic name, yet it is so called and known to this day, and the inhabitants on the banks of its classic waters are as well pleased with the name as though it had been called "Ceylon." That hunting trip proved a grand success, they having secured 4 horse loads of venison and honey. They carried the honey in the deer skins. Cutting off the elk's head, then taking hold of the skin and running their hands down on the inside the hide was pulled off perfectly clean, and they then tied up the neck and the joints on the legs, and their honey-proof sack was ready for business. This party had many other tramps after the one above recorded, where elk and honey were found, but they never afterwards indulged in marrowbone.