Fort Winnebago - Fort Winnebago Surgeon's Quarters

Today, all that remains intact are the fort's surgeon's quarters. This structure now operates as the Fort Winnebago Surgeon's Quarters, a museum operated by the Daughters of the American Revolution, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

The museum's ground also include the Garrison School, a one-room schoolhouse used from 1850-1960 and furnished to appear as in the 1850s.

Please note that the Fort Winnebago Indian Agency, now open to the public on its original location as the Historic Indian Agency House (HIAH), is also a structure original to this fort. It was erected in 1832 by the U.S. Government as a residence and office for Indian Agent John Harris Kinzie, who served as a liaison between the local Ho-Chunk (then Winnebago) tribe and the U.S. Government. HIAH has been operated as a museum since 1932 by the National Society of the Colonial Dames of America in the State of Wisconsin. http://www.agencyhouse.org

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