My name is John Miller, I am a artifact hunter from Southern Michigan. I have  a small but interesting artifact collection of arrowheads and Indian relics found in and around my hometown of White Pigeon Mi. Est. in 1826 White Pigeon is the oldest Incorporated Village in Michigan, and the site of the states first U.S. land office opened in 1837. White Pigeon is translated from "Wahbememe"   a heroic Potawatomi Chief, who saved the first settlers here from attack by hostile Blackhawk Indians.

        Wahbememe, who was a signer of the "1795 Treaty of Greenville" proclaimed himself "Friend to the pioneers who settled this area" and offered them his protection.                           While attending a gathering of chiefs near Detroit approx. 1830.  Wahabememe learned of a Blackhawk plot to attack his friends at the settlement. He was quoted as saying"To betray my village of white people is to betray myself"  He then set out on foot, running nonstop 150 miles across the state without stopping for food or rest. Upon his arrival at the settlement, known as Millville at the time. Wahabememe delivered his warning of impending danger and then collapsed from exhaustion and died. The grateful settlers renamed their village White Pigeon, in his honor

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Hi, I'm new to this site.  I was wondering if anyone could give me any information on theses stones?  I was told they may be indian game stones.   They look like they are made of white marble, granite??? not sure.  Are they worth anything?  thanks for looking

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My Great Grandfather, "Harry Cameron Earl" was born in 1888, Harry was a farmer, and a stone mason by trade, and deserves credit for my own fastination with rocks and artifacts.  He owned a small farm near Kalamo Michigan, and his love of rocks was evident to anyone who visited his farm. His house and outbuildings were made entirely of field-stone, even his mailbox, BBQ. grill,and yard ornaments were stone.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       During his many years as a mason, Harry amassed a large collection of interesting rocks, fossils, and artifacts. My favorites being four flint arrowheads that he kept on top of his fireplace mantle.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           In the summer of (1972) I was invited to spend a few days with grandfather on his farm. I was 7 yrs. old, Harry was 84. Harry was a wonderful storyteller, he kept me entertained for hours with tales of when and how he had found each of his favorite fossils.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       One morning after breakfast, grandfather said, "Come along Johnny, I want to show you something." We drove down a lane behind his farm until we came to a stream that meandered through the rolling farmland. We exited the old truck, and Harry showed me what looked like a small cave in the bank of the stream. "That is a quarry where you can dig a high quality marl type clay," he said. "many years ago Indians traveled long distances to dig clay here." Then pointing to a high flat piece of ground he said, "they would camp right here till they were ready to make there  way back home." If you take a look around maybe you can find an arrowhead," he said.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Harry took a break, watching from the truck as I walked along looking at the dirt in the newly plowed field. After what seemed to be a long time< I was ready to give up when I spotted a small bird point.(my first arrowhead)  I was thrilled as we drove along the lane back to the house. Inspecting every detail of my very own arrowhead, I asked "Grandfather, how did you know that Indians camped there?" so many years ago. Harry smiled and tussled my hair with his weathered old hand and said, "because Johnny my boy, I saw them with my own eyes, when I was just a boy about your age."

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Does anyone have any suggestions on what this might be?  I found it in Bourbon County, KY about 20 years ago.