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Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away: They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
"0 God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our Guard while troubles last, And our eternal home!"
Thou, who hearest prayer, for Jesus' sake give ear to these our prayers and praises, which we sum up in the words of our Lord: Our Father, Who art in heaven; Hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen!
ADDRESS OF HON. SAMUEL D. DODGE. When your fellow citizen, Col. Webb C. Hayes, asked me to ad- dress you upon this occasion, and I accepted the invitation, I did so |
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1812; eminent writers have described to you the campaign preceding the attack on Fort Stephenson; and distinguished orators, with brilliant phrases, have pictured to you the handsome youth standing upon the ram- parts of Fort Stephenson, and amid the yells of savages and the fierce at- tacks of the veterans of Wellington urging his little band to deeds of hero- |
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ism. The life and deeds of George
Croghan are familiar tales in every
household of this historic neighborhood.
Your fellow townswoman, Miss
Julia M. Haynes, in her admirable paper,
"Fremont in History," read to
you a few years ago, has given us a
clear, concise and eloquent statement
of the events which have made your city
famous. Dr. Charles R. Williams,
in his public address delivered at Spiegel
Grove, a few years since, has
added to the historical literature of
Fremont a brilliant and polished essay,
and other distinguished men and women
have placed before you the
geography, history, and traditions of
your town in pamphlet and speech.
You have listened to the thrilling
eloquence of General Gibson and the
polished sentences of Governor Jacob D.
Cox, and at that memorable
meeting when you dedicated this handsome
monument, a meeting pre-
sided over by your distinguished
citizen, Rutherford B. Hayes, you lis-
tened to the voices of Sherman, Foraker,
Henry B. Payne and others.
That I could add anything to what has
been said and written concerning
these historical events, I have not for
a moment dared to hope, but per-
haps a personal allusion, if I may be
allowed, will partially explain my
presumption and willingness to accept
this invitation.
On July 9th, 1813, there was born in my
grandfather's house in
Cleveland, a son, and for several weeks
no agreement could be reached
as to the name he was to bear. Less than
a month after the child's
birth, from every hill top to every
valley, from settlement to settlement
of pioneers along shores of Lake Erie
came the news that Major George
Croghan, a young man, had put to rout
the English and Indians and
saved Fort Stephenson, and my
grandfather's family had found a name
for their son, and to-day there is a
grave in Lake View cemetery in
Cleveland and at its head a simple
granite monument with the inscription
George Croghan Dodge, born July 9th,
1813, died June 6th, 1883; and
so I regard it as a privilege to pay a
simple tribute to-day to a man
whose name my father bore, the story of
whose achievement told me in
my boyhood was a narrative to which no
tale of giants or fairies could
compare.
Fifty years before the defense of Ft.
Stephenson or "Sandusky," as
the name was engraved on the gold medal
presented by congress to the
peerless Croghan, this historic neighborhood
had been the scene of the
capture and utter destruction at the
outbreak of Pontiac's gigantic con-
spiracy of old Fort Sandusky, built in
1745 on the left or west side
of Sandusky bay and river on the
Marblehead peninsula.
"The storm burst early in May of
1763. * * *Nine British forts
yielded instantly and the savages drank,
scooped up in the hollow of
joined hands, the blood of many a
Briton. * * * Sandusky was the
first of the forts to fall, May 16th.
Ensign Paully * * * was seized,
carried to Detroit, adopted, and married
to a squaw, who had lost her
husband, the remainder of the garrison
were massacreed and the fort
burned."
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Fort Sandusky, the first fort
established in Ohio, was built in 1745 by
British traders from Pennsylvania and
Virginia under the instruction, it
is said, of George Croghan, later deputy
Indian Commissioner to Sir.
Wm. Johnston. It was located on the
Marblehead peninsula on the
left or west side of the Sandusky river
and bay at the portage where
Indians and trappers coming from
Detroit, in their course skirting
the chain of islands in Lake Erie, would
land to carry their canoes
across to the Sandusky river on their
way to the Scioto and Ohio.
The French, resenting this intrusion,
"usurped F. Sandoski" and in 1754
built another fort,
"Junundat," on the east or right side of the Sandusky
river and bay. The maps of John Mitchell
and Lewis Evans, both pub-
lished in 1775, clearly show the
location of these two forts.
Mitchell's map shows the fort on the
west side of the river and
bay with the notation "Sandoski
usurped by the French, 1751," while
Evans' map has "F Sandoski" on
the west side and also "F Junundat
built in 1754" on the east side of
the river and bay and diagonally across
from "Sandoski."
"Sandusky was afterward evacuated
and on the 8th of September,
1760, the French governor, Vandreueil
surrendered Canada to the Eng-
lish" and then ended French
dominion in America. "Major Robert Rogers,
a native of New Hampshire, was directed
to take possession of the west-
ern forts. He left Montreal on the 13th
of September, 1760, with two
hundred rangers. * * * Proceeding west,
he visited Sandusky * * *
after securing the fort at Detroit
returned by land via Sandusky and
and Tuscarawas trail to Fort Pitt."
Soon after Major Rogers took possession
of the western forts for
the British, Ensign Paully was placed in
command of Fort Sandusky and
so remained until his capture, and the
massacre of his garrison and the
utter destruction of the fort on May 16,
1763, at the outbreak of Pon-
tiac's conspiracy. As soon as the news
of the capture of the nine British
forts reached the British authorities,
Detroit and Fort Pitt alone escap-
ing capture, expeditions were sent to
relieve the latter and to re-establish
British supremacy in the northwest.
Captain Dalyell arrived at the
ruins of old Fort Sandusky in the fall
of 1763 and then proceeded up
the Sandusky river to the village of the
Hurons and Wyandots at the
lower rapids of the Sandusky river (now
Fremont) and utterly destroyed
the Indian villages located there.
In 1764, twelve years before the
declaration of Independence, Col.
John Bradstreet started from Albany to
relieve Major Gladwyn at De-
troit. Pontiac, the crafty, powerful and
ambitious chief of the Ottawa
Indians, the year before, had sent his
red-stained tomahawk and his
war belts to the various Indian tribes
between the Allegheny mountains
and the Mississippi river, stirring the
hearts of the red men against the
pioneers, and was preparing to
continue his attacks upon the various
western forts, and in his hatred toward
the whites was determined
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to accomplish by force what he could not
accomplish by treachery. He
had returned from Detroit in November,
1763, and it was evident that
he was preparing for a more complete
siege of that important military
post. It was then that General Thomas
Gage wrote the Colonies and
asked for troops to suppress the growing
insurrection of the Indian na-
tions; and Colonel Bradstreet set forth
from Albany with his army of
1180 men, 766 being provincial troops
from New York, New Jersey and
Connecticut under Israel Putnam. Along
they came to Lake Ontario
and with two vessels, 75 whale boats,
and numberless canoes, issued
forth and steered westward. Remaining a
while at Fort Niagara, passing
on and founding Fort Erie, they pushed
on to Detroit after making
short encampments on the banks of the
Cuyahoga river, on the present
site of Cleveland, and at the ruins of
old Fort Sandusky. All along the
journey Indians had been sent to treat
for peace, but knowing from
experience the treacherous character of
the Indians, Bradstreet was warned
against putting trust in the overtures
of the savages. Yet notwithstanding
the protests of his followers,
Bradstreet promised to refrain from march-
ing against the Delawares, Shawanese and
other tribes, if within twenty-
five days the representatives of the
tribes would meet him at Fort San-
dusky for the purpose of giving up
prisoners and concluding a definite
treaty. Bradstreet had, however, been
ordered to give to the Wyandots,
Ottawas and Miamis a thorough
chastisement, but on the approach of
the English commander these three tribes
sent deputies to meet him
and promised to follow him to Detroit
and make a treaty there, if he
would abandon the hostile plan against
them. It was with this expecta-
tion that he reached Detroit, only to
learn that the Indians whom he
had expected to meet on his return to
Fort Sandusky for the purpose
of making a treaty, had assembled there
to oppose the disembarkment
of the English soldiers. So Bradstreet
started with sixty long boats and
one barge and glided down the Detroit
river out upon the bosom of
Lake Erie. All expected to engage in a
fierce combat with the savage
foe, but Bradstreet soon received better
news. With this expedition of
Bradstreet was one Lieutenant Montresor,
who kept a journal, and this
journal has been preserved among the
collections of the New York
Historical Society. From the journal we
learn that "news soon arrived
that the Delawares and Shawanese are
assembled at Sandusky where the
old fort stood in order to treat with us
for peace." With this information
Bradstreet's "troops entered
Sandusky lake or bay" September 18, 1764,
and "encamped on a good clay bank
half a mile west of the spot where
sixteen months before Pontiac had
butchered the English garrison and
burned the fort." Indians soon
appeared and pledged if he would not at-
tack the Indian village they would
conclude a definite treaty and surrender
all prisoners they had. Bradstreet did not
attack them. After waiting
seven days "Col. Bradstreet then
proceeded up Sandusky river to the
village of the Hurons and Wyandots,
which had been destroyed by Cap-
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tain Dalyell the preceding year."
Montresor in his journal says "Brad-
street's whole force proceeded and
encamped one mile below the rapids
of the Sandusky River, and here at this
camp near the Huron village
on Sandusky river, Major Israel Putnam
served as Field Officer for the
picket and presided at a General Court
Martial at his own tent to try
all prisoners brought before
him."* So to this very spot, now
Fort
Stephenson Park, Fremont, Ohio, fresh
with the laurels won while in
command of Provincial troops in the
siege of Havana, Cuba, with this
expedition came Israel Putnam, who
afterwards became Senior Major
General in the army of the United States
of America, one of the heroes
of Bunker Hill, an indomitable soldier,
a man of generous soul and
sterling patriotism, and of whom his
biographer, Col. David Humphreys,
says, "He seems to have been formed
on purpose for the age in which
he lived. His native courage, unshaken
integrity, and established repu-
tation as a soldier gave unbounded
confidence to our troops in their first
conflict in the field of battle."
The colonial records of Connecticut for
March, 1764, says this as-
sembly doth appoint Israel Putnam, Esq.,
to be major of the forces now
ordered raised in this colony for his
Majesty's service against the In-
dian Nations who have been guilty of
perfidious and cruel massacres of
the English.
Thus to the long list of patriots and
statesmen and pioneers, who
in the early days wandered through the
densely wooded trails, over these
plains which smiled to the sun in grass
and flowers, and along the banks
of this historic river; to the names of
Daniel Boone, Simon Kenton,
William Henry Harrison, George Croghan
and a host of others we can
add the immortal name of Israel Putnam.
The fifty odd years between the campaign
of Bradstreet and the
War of 1812, the years preceding and
following the Revolutionary War
are filled with the stirring events of
pioneer history. Northern Ohio was
the scene of border wars and Indian
outrages. The massacre of the Mo-
ravians, Crawford's Expedition, the
destruction of St. Clair's army, and
the victory of General Wayne at Fallen
Timbers are a few of the many
important events that go to make up the
history of the region around
the Maumee and Sandusky rivers. The
disasters to the American arms
incident to the opening of the campaign
of the War of 1812 in the north-
west-the disgraceful surrender of Hull
at Detroit, the massacre of Win-
chester's men at the River Raisin, and
Dudley's massacre, so-called, in the
otherwise successful defence of Fort
Meigs culminated, however, on
August 2, 1813, in the unparalleled
discomfiture of the British and In-
dians by a young Kentucky major. This
defense, so brilliant and com-
plete, followed by Perry's Victory on
Lake Erie and General Harrison's
triumph at the battle of the Thames
practically closed the campaign.
* Livingstone's Life of Israel Putnam,
p. 139.
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The war of 1812 only supplemented the
Revolutionary War. We
had become at once independent and
feeble. Articles of confederation
bound us loosely together, and we had
not yet fully won our place
among the nations of the earth. Other
nations looked upon us as an
easy prey-they could seize our ships and
imprison our seamen, but these
results were only incidents which gave
rise to the conflict for which the
time was ripe and for which there was
and could be no postponement.
This war must be had. We must
consolidate and finish the work of
independence. It must be a reality and
not a name, England must ac-
knowledge us as a distinct member of the
family of nations, and this is
what we accomplished by the contest of
1812 and 1813. When that war
broke out the Indians were banded
together in this Northwestern quar-
ter of the state under the leadership of
Tecumseh, to whom the English
had given the rank of a general in their
army. There was no city of
Fremont. The spot called Lower Sandusky
was a military reservation two
miles square, established by treaty in
1785. Here was built Fort Stephen-
son-one of the many outposts in the
midst of this hostile country. Built
to protect the communications of the army
with the more distant posts
at Chicago and Detroit; built perhaps
that a crossing at this point of this
then important river might be made in
safety. Up this Sandusky river
from the lake came all who wished to
reach the Ohio river on their way
from Canada to Mississippi for, with a
short portage, they could enter
the Scioto and then on down to the great
rivers beyond. It was an im-
portant place then for a growing
settlement, a vigorous colony might
be started here and Major Croghan
appreciated its importance even if
Harrison did not. The English had made
allies of the Indians. Te-
cumseh was made a general. British
emissaries were busy among the
Northwest tribes stirring them up to war
upon the Americans. Gen-
eral Proctor, with his savage allies had
failed to capture Fort Meigs,
and Proctor had withdrawn to his old
encampment and there he re-
mained until on July 28th, 1813, the
British embarked with their stores
and started for Sandusky bay and river
for the purpose of attacking
Fort Stephenson. Again and again have
you heard the story of this
fight. How General Harrison had sent
word to Major Croghan that
if the British approached with force and
cannon and he could discover
them in time to retreat, that he must do
so. How Harrison in council
with his other Generals had decided that
the fort was untenable and
ordered him to abandon it. How the
messenger lost his way, and when
he did arrive Croghan sent back word to
Harrison the memorable mes-
sage, "We have determined to
maintain this place, and by heavens we
can." The natural anger of General Harrison at this seeming diso-
bedience to his order and the summoning
of Croghan to come to Fort
Seneca and the placing of another in
command until the gallant boy
had explained and appeased the wrath of
his superior and was sent back to
his post, are familiar facts of history.
On the afternoon of August 1st,
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1813, we find the young hero back in command and with 160 men and "Old Betsy," sending back to Proctor with his 700 veterans, 2,000 In- dians and Barclay's gunboats in the river, a defiant refusal to his summons to surrender. General Harrison, in his report to the Secretary of War, thus de- scribes the battle. "Their troops were formed into two columns, one led by Lieut.-Colonel Short, headed the principal one. He conducted his men to the brink of the ditch under a galling fire from the garrison, and by Lieut.-Colonel Shortt headed the principal one. He conducted his men and the light infantry. At this moment a masked porthole was sud- |
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denly opened and the six-pounder, with a half-load of powder and a double charge of leaden slugs, at a distance of thirty feet, poured destruc- tion upon them, and killed or wounded every man who entered the ditch. In vain did the British officers try to lead on the balance of the column. It retired under a shower of shot, and sought safety in the adjoining woods." And who was this young man who defended this place against a force of British and Indians and drove them discomfited from the field of battle. We seem to see him now as he stood there a model of manly beauty in his youthful prime, "a man in all that makes a man ere man- |
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hood's years have been fulfilled";
standing on the threshold of his
career. This young, accomplished,
handsome youth was born at Locust
Grove, Ky., November 15, 1791. His
mother was Lucy Clark. Of
uncles he had upon his mother's side,
George Rogers Clark, whose great
campaign through the wilderness won for
us the Northwest Territory
was one; and William Clark, who with
Captain Lewis made the famous
Lewis and Clark expedition of
exploration across the continent, was
another. His father, William Croghan,
was born in Ireland in 1752,
was a soldier in the Revolutionary War
and fought at Brandywine,
Monmouth and Germantown, and when young
George had finished
his preliminary schooling he entered at
the age of 17 the College of
William and Mary and graduated two years
later with the degree of
Bachelor of Arts. His purpose was to
become a lawyer, but when the
governor of Indiana, William Henry
Harrison, called for volunteers to
strike at Tecumseh and his stirring red
men, Croghan joined the little
army as a private and began his life as
a soldier at the battle of
Tippecanoe.
From that day until General Harrison
sent him to this place, the
spirit of the soldier in him had met
every test of skill and bravery, and
he took command of Fort Stephenson with
the confidence of his su-
periors and with the love and admiration
of his soldiers. In a report
of this battle by an English historian
occurs this sentence: "The first
division were so near the enemy that
they could distinctly hear the various
orders given in the fort and the faint
voices of the wounded and dying
in the ditch, calling out for water,
which the enemy had the humanity
to lower to them on the instant."
Over in that beautiful cemetery at
Clyde, on its sunkissed slopes,
bright with the foliage of this August
day, rests one who, fifty years
after the defense of Fort Stephenson,
honored this country, his state and
his country by his conduct upon the
field of battle-General James B. Mc-
Pherson, as good a soldier, as
chivalrous a leader, as gallant a gentle-
man, as pure a man as ever fell upon the
field of battle. General Sher-
man says of him "History tells us
of but few who so blended the grace
and gentleness of the friend with the
dignity, courage, faith and man-
liness of the soldier." Now Sandusky County has gathered to herself
all that remains of another hero, her
first if not her greatest. Here under
the shadow of this monument among the
people who love to do him honor,
on the very spot he so gallantly
defended, will he lie
Till mouldering worlds and tumbling
systems burst;
When the last trump shall renovate his
dust.
Till by the mandate of eternal truth,
His soul will flourish in immortal
youth.
Such names as Croghan and McPherson are
like the sound of a
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trumpet. They are the precious jewels of
our nation's history, to be
gathered up among the treasures of the
nation and kept immaculate from
the tarnishing breath of the cynic and
the doubter.
My Friends; Wars are cruel. They crush
with bloody heel all
justice, all happiness, all that is
God-like in Man. We have but to
read the History of Nations to discern
the hideous slaughters which
have marked their progress, and yet man
is such a savage that until
the present generation he has insisted
that the only way to settle things
is by the gage of battle. He has covered
a hundred battle fields with
men and horses; with the groans of the
wounded and the dying. He
has covered the pages of our history with
gore, and if history, such
history as you have learned here on the
banks of this gentle flowing
river that for a half a century had been
the scene of strife and battle,
if such history I say, cannot cultivate
out of man the brutal spirit of
war, teach him the wisdom of diplomacy
and the need of arbitration,
then has the lesson been lost and he has
failed to taste the fruit or
imbibe the philosophy of humanity. It is
for us to substitute law for
war, reason for force, courts of reason
for the settlement of contro-
versies among nations following up the
maintenance of the law with the
vitalizing forces of civilization until
all nations are molded into one
International Brotherhood, yielding to
reason and conscience. Then can
we draw the sword from its sheath and
fling it into the sea rejoicing
that it has gone forever. Let us
recognize this truth and today on this
anniversary we will lay a new stone in
the temple of Universal Peace.
This temple which shall rise to the very
firmament and be as broad as
the ends of the earth. May such
occasions as this lead us away from
an era of wars and battleships and new
navies and bring us to a time
when Patriotism and Humanity can be
compatible one with another and
to a time
When navies are forgotten
And fleets are useless things,
When the dove shall warm her bosom
Beneath the eagle's wings.
When memory of battles.
At last is strange and old,
When nations have one banner
And creeds have found one fold.
Then Hate's last note of discord
In all God's world shall cease,
In the conquest which is service
In the victory which is peace!