Ohio History Journal
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THE BATTLES OF THE MAUMEE.
N. B. C. LOVE, D. D.
MOUND BUILDERS. Maumee! Thou art lovely and bright, As if blood had ne'er tinged thy waves, And pre-historic, tawny braves Had wrought no scene of hellish night. |
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They worshiped; how? what and whom? We know not, the sun, or starry sky, Or their dead, where deep shadows lie, Close by many a loved one's tomb!
'Tis said, to expiate their sin, And to appease their gods, unseen, They practiced rites, cruel and obscene, And worshiped idols, with horrid din.
They for ages held thy rich soil, Vast woodlands fit places for dreams, By many thickly shaded streams- And homes of plenty without toil. (228) |
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They were nature's own, with souls on
fire,
Who by their homes and altars stood,
Mighty in muscle, of dreadful ire,
Worthy patriots, royal in blood.
Homes, where wives lovingly wrought,
With dear ones at the rustic meal,
And youths were old legends taught,
While hearth-fire made each comfort
feel.
They wooed and won in youthful days,
They prayed and wept o'er their dead,
And chanted, as now, doleful lays,
Feeling deep Superstition's dread.
Were they our brothers, migrating far
Away from Babel's sandy plains,
Or Israel's sons captured in war
Of whom no historic page remains?
Or were they from old China, vast,
Or of Hindoo or Tartar race,
Who by cyclonic storms were cast
On Alaska's ice-bound space?
These aborigines thy valley filled,
Their works abound from days of old,
Made by this people, strong and bold,
Whose destiny the heavens willed.
Why this race extinct? when the end
Of all its multitudinous host
And greatness, pride and boast;
Did Justice some pestilence send?
Or did a warrior, savage race,
By cruel strategic strength and skill,
All this people with hatred kill,
And try their greatness to efface?
None were left to tell the story,
None, monumental piles to rear,
None, as captives, to serve with fear,
None to boast of deeds of glory.
230 Ohio Arch. and
Hist. Society Publications.
II.
INDIAN OCCUPANCY AND WARS.
Maumee's vine-clad and verdant hills,
Flowery plains and wooded lands,
Were now owned by conquering bands,
Dwelling by the murmuring rills.
And many were the battles fought
By these native and war-like clans,
Blood failed to satisfy their demands,
And joy by savage tortures sought.
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True friends were they, but ghostly foes
When hired by men from lands afar-
*Christians (?) fond of gain and war-
Dealing secret and deadly blows.
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FRENCH AND ENGLISH.
For the Maumee a contest long
Prevailed, between French and Briton-
While records in blood were written-
A war for gain, not right nor wrong.
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THE CONTEST OF 1776 WITH BRITON.
The Briton won, the Latin fled,
The former true to king and crown,
Expanded with power and renown,
And became the Backwoodsman's dread.
He bought the aid of warriors red,
To war against his kith and kin,
Committing the century's sin-
Fostering savage hate, inbred.
HAMILTON'S EXPEDITION AGAINST VINCENNES.
His fleet appeared with its protest-
Freemen stood nor feared to contend,
And their strength and means to lend
To Freedom, throughout the Northwest.
Spanish, French and Indians.
The Battles of the Maumee.
The Briton soon crossed the bay,
And up the Maumee's current strong,
And up, and up, the Rapids long,
Across the portage and away.
Where a band for liberty stood,
Unconscious of invading foe-
Nor dreamed of Briton's secret blow,
And were captured without loss of blood.
Thus Vincennes the Briton held,
Their aid to savage warfare lent,
Wily foes on death's mission sent,
Whom the brave backwoodsmen repelled.
Hamilton, leader of this host,
Seemed to feel his work was complete,
And all were safe in this retreat,
And what was won, could not be lost.
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The news of the fall of Vincennes,
Stirred the blood of Virginia's son;
George Rogers Clark, the gallant one,
Sought to make the foe make amends.
Cold and winter winds, and forests
drear,
Frozen streams and snow-drift shrowd,
Caused no Backwoodsman to fear,
Or be the less of freedom proud.
The drenching rains and howling blasts,
The swollen floods and dangers thick,
Many weary and other sick,
Were forbidding and a heavy task.
When from forests and Ohio River,
Winter lifted his frosty hand,
They were ready to deliver
The Northwest from old Briton's hand.
Down the Ohio they floated fast,
The current strong with spring-time rain
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Up the Wabash - crowned at last -
The victors at Vincennes remain.
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Hist. Society Publications.
*III.
For more than two decades of years,
Many were the conflicts known.
The sturdy pioneers, with fears
Inured, to daring deeds had grown.
The redmen and the white alike,
Were skilled in forest wars and strife,
And sought by craft and guile to strike
A blow and end a human life.
Around the camp-fires of the red,
Warriors told of bloody deeds,
And as they the flames with fuel fed,
So fed on thoughts that murder breeds.
In the log cabins the winter fires
Glowed, and gave out their warmth and
light,
And sitting around, soldier sires
Fought over battles with delight.
The mutterings of war were heard,
In the wigwam and cabin home,
All were eager, yet full of dread-
The inevitable having come.
The voice for war, for contest sore--
Warriors rampant with passions strong-
Seething sounds which to hell belong,
Echoed along Maumee's wooded shore.
The tribes elate with battles won,
Had no ear for the voice of peace,
They purposed that the work begun,
Their combined efforts should increase.
BATTLE OF "FALLEN TIMBER."
Along the Rapids the red men came,
Equipped, from every village clan,
And Little Turtle known to fame,
To bravely lead, and wisely plan.
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* For two decades of years there were
wars with British and Indians. 1776-94.
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Anthony Wayne, victor before-
Friend of peace by kindness had tried,
Until he could do nothing more,
While the chieftains his power defied.
Soldiers hopeful and well drilled,
Quickly down Maumee's banks passed,
And bravely doing whate'er he willed,
They put to rout the foe at last.
The red men stoutly fought, then fled,
Nor withstood Wayne's brave rushing
host-
Hundreds soon lay wounded or dead -
Their all they staked, the battle lost.
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Lost the chieftain and warrior old,
Men of might, natives of the soil--
Men deserving lay dead and cold--
Horrid the sounds of war's turmoil.
The night came on, the full moon shone
Bright stars twinkled in the blue,
The wounded moaned, the dead lay prone,
The victors did more than they knew.
After the battle, in the homes of the
red
Were widows with wailing drear
Over loved ones, missing or dead--
Their wildwood life had lost its cheer.
In the moon's pale rays
An Indian mother prays:
O! night wind, hear my cry
My all is gone to-night,
Gone the joy and delight-
O why my brave one die?
Who will bring in the food
From prairie and the wood?
The white men do not care
But drive us everywhere-
0 Great Spirit, hear my cry -
My face I lift to thee,
O Help! my helper be!
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The ardent warriors who braved
The dangers of the bloody fight,
Lay where the rushing waters laved,
Or found shelter in speedy flight.
The tribes of the aborigines
Were broken by war's crushing wheel,
And were prostrate upon their knees,
And their defeat were made to feel.
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After this carnival of woe,
None were moved to lead the clans
To meet again the redmen's foe,
With gallant hearts and bloody hands.
Not Little Turtle,* who had won
And scattered the invading whites,
Not Tecumseh; his race was run,
Valiantly fighting for his rights.
Not the tall Crane, the wise Tar-he,
Nor the Delaware, Pee-kee-bund,
Not Grand Glaize King, Teta-boksh-kee,
Nor Buffalo, Kish-ho-pekund.
Not the White Loon, Wa-pa-man-gwa,
Not Sha-wa-no-way, Tha-pa-ma,
Nor the brave, Sha-me-kun-me-sa,
Nor Little Fox, The-Acoo-la-tha.
IV.
WAYNE's TREATY, 1795.
The Sachems and head men of war,
Heard the Great Spirit's warning voice
To end the strife, both near and far,
That all, red and white, might rejoice.
The same Great Spirit spake to Wayne,
Who, brave in war, was yet urbane,
Helpful as the summer rain,
And toward fallen foes humane.
Tese are among the signers of Wayne's Treaty at Greenville,
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He invited the tribes to send
Their men of renown to Greenville,
That to a treaty they might lend
Their might, influence and good will.
Fort Greenville with palisades strong,
Was manned with soldiers tried and
brave,
Who in danger had suffered long,
Nor wished the hatchet in the grave.
The old forest looked strange and weird,
As thousands native to the soil,
Before, buoyant and brave, now feared
Wayne and his army to embroil.
Braves of a dozen tribes each night
Sat in order around each fire,
And discussed, which, peace or fight,
Hold our lands or westward retire?
Their prophets and statesmen had learned
That Backwoodsmen who had won,
To them Fate had his favor turned,
And that their efforts were all done.
They heard strange sounds in forests
deep,
As they lay in their restless sleep,
Ghosts of warriors old, talking low,
"No longer in the warpath go."
They were the ghosts of friends and
foes,
Who had brought to each other woes,
But now had cancelled all the past,
And had peace, that shall ever last.
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Upon the ample camping ground
These noble red men sat around
Their smouldering fires, while the stars
of night-
Twinkled brighter with pure delight.
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Fort Greenville stood strong in defense,
Sure in the protection given
All within, willing to recompense
The red men, in warfare riven.
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In it were guns that had stood
In the front, in many a fight,
And vet'rans guarding day and night,
The fortress unstained with blood.
Here virgin soil as from the hand
Of God; here former foes, now friends
Meet, and enjoy what friendship sends,
And passed the wampum as its band.
Beyond the fort, but in its range,
A council-house with ample space
Stood, assembled a council strange,
Sachems, wise and brave, in their place.
Within this rustic house, circling round
A fire which burned both day and night,
Sat these braves, by word of honor bound
To seek the truth, and do the right.
Wayne kindled the great council fire,
And kept the embers all aglow,
So that each brave chieftain should know
That the Great Spirit could inspire.
And with them were the victors strong,
Who in battle gave blows that told,
But gave what to brave hearts belong,
To the vanquished, kindness untold.
Some chieftains claimed the land their
own,
Which their fathers held in ages past,
That the harvest they had sown,
Should for them forever last.
While around, the white wampum belt
Was passed, silence reigned o'er all-
It was like a funeral pall -
Each for his people's welfare felt.
Wayne addressed these Aborigines,
Saying, his desire was for peace,
That cruel war should forever cease,
And this would the Great Spirit please.
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Washington, he said, was their friend,
And the Americans the same,
That all should bear this sacred name,
And to help others, efforts lend.
His kindly hand they should see,
Filled with blessing and fraught
With good, for which all had fought,
And all should safe and happy be.
Fairly had the treaties been kept
By the whites, through all the lands,
Paying fairly the Indian clans,
Who had their golden harvest rept.
"For peace" was Blue Jacket
and Tarhe
Newcorn, "Keep the hatchet out of
sight,"
Massas, "Give us the morning light,
Forever let us brothers be."
Thus the strong sons of bravest sires,
Whom Harmar and St. Clair had met,
Meeting Wayne, their sun soon set;
Now are humbled at council fires.
No more such a strange scene shall meet
The eyes of soldiers, scouts and spies,
And braves; no brighter sun arise,
Warriors brave, to cheer and greet.
The Treaty of Peace received the signs
Of the chiefs of many battles sore,
Pledging to war with whites no more,
And keep to treaty bounds and lines.
All who signed were always
friends,
And true to every promise given,
And ever proved that honor binds
Those unholy war had riven.
Gen. Wayne bade each chieftain good by,
Saying, "These lands to us were
ceded
By the English, but we have heeded
Your claims and from you we'll buy,
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Society Publications.
"And fully pay and none defraud,
You, our brothers, shall have your share
Of annuities, and land anywhere,
And none permitted to maraud.
"With this soft white linen* I
cleanse
The blood from all your bodies, strong,
And your graves shall be kept among
Us, and we ever live as friends."
Tarhe+ again gave all to see
The pipe of peace; a hatchet took
"To keep in a secluded nook
Until buried beneath the sea."
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The Sachems and the braves had gone,
Their great work for peace was done.
The summer wood heard their soft tread
As through shaded ways they were led.
Led by paths through the flowery grove,
Where often they were wont to rove--
When seeking the wild beast's retreat-
With watchful eye and silent feet.
Led by the Maumee and her streams,
The land of beauty, like fairy dreams,
To their wigwams, and villages fair-
Finding their loved ones sheltered
there.
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V.
Dark forebodings of coming war,
And to the third of men ruin dire,
Pestilence, disaster and fire;
+*Above all a burning star.
tThe earth quaking, the hills fall down,
Sulphurous steam, and oozy slime
Burst forth from some lower clime,
And multitudes in waters drown.
*Wayne took a large white handkerchief
and passing slowly around touched
the head of each.
+ Tarhe with hatchet and pipe of peace
followed Wayne.
+*Great comet hung in the sky for weeks.
t Earthquake in Mississippi
valley - felt all over the Northwest and South.
Destruction of life and property.
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Consternation and general gloom
O'erspread valleys of the lakes,
**Reaching afar, to southern brakes,
°With fears of coming judgment doom.
Again by the Maumee the campfires
gleamed
In ravines, hiding their flickering
light,
From Indian prowlers of the dreary
night,
Who only of bloody deads planned and
dreamed.
The bold backwoodsmen, equipped,
northward came,
Up the streams, across portage-swamps
and down
To the Miami, of old and great
renown,
Their country's rights and honor to
reclaim.
¶Northward to the River of eventide,
Where their leader, without a soldier's
pride,
§Gained to himself ignominious fame,
And a name forever covered with shame.
The cry "To arms," rang from
every mouth;
From Lakes of the North to Gulf of the South;
From states in the East where often
before
The broad fields had been drenched with
gore.
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Of the heroes of a hundred years ago,
None, to-day, stands higher than
Harrison,
As organizer, commander, gifted one,
Whose plans Proctor failed to overthrow.
He quickly found a familiar forest
Of noble trees, standing high, and far
out
A promontory, where had hid his scout,
Who scanned eastward, northward and the
west.
The soldier woodmen's axes of shining
steel
A thousand strong, rhythmic music made
Along the ice-bound forest's dreary
glade,
Prophetic of the blows their foes should
feel.
**Premonition of the war of 1812.
Theater burned in Baltimore, 75 burned.
°General religious fanaticism and excitement. This year general uprising
of Indians.
P Detroit River.
§ Gen. Hull. Gen. Hull's surrender.
240 Ohio Arch. and Hist. Society Publications.
The frozen earth yielded to pick and
spade,
Deep trenches dug, and embankments
strong,
And high traverse through the fort
along,
And bastions, and bomb proof deeply
laid.
Brave, patriotic defenders of our land,
Within Ft. Meigs made a firm and valiant
stand.
Not Proctor's demands nor Tecumseh's
bands,
With midnight whoop and bloody hands
Could intimidate. No patriots ever
fought
More bravely, and more fully the welfare
sought
Of Freedom from a tyrant's kingly sway,
And that they might be the nation's
strength and stay;
They came from the homes of the Central
West,
Where they had been with wholesome
lessons blest,
By parents used to toil and anxious
care,
Provident, helpful, living on plainest
fare.
Into the warp and woof of their being
was laid,
The strength of generations which had
made
Their lives famous in defense of
liberty,
Both at home, and in lands beyond the
sea.
Proctor's men had fought where thousands
fell,
Briton cause and laws with them fared
well;
As soldiers excelling in the battle's
throes,
Solid, fearless before whate'er might
oppose.
To Ft. Meigs succor came, and sad
defeat-
A part who fought victors first, then
retreat
And capture by red allied savage foes
Whom Proctor approved, when Tecumseh
arose
And to the cruel commander gave rebuke,
Because he his unarmed pris'ners
forsook.
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The savage tribes gloomily hied away,
And Proctor too, no longer dared to stay.
While very soon at the battle of the
Thames
Harrison and his men won honored names.
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The old world soldiers slain, their
graves unknown,
How shall their nation their fate
bemoan?
And a shaft erect and deeds of valor
tell,
And who strew fragrant flowers when they
fell?
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And the Aborigines whose modes of strife, Barbarous forms of taking human life, E'en to them the unprejudiced must give, In this fair land, the fullest right to live. Why not, this was their home and hunting ground. Where their droves of roaming cattle were found, And gentle deer in herds, and lonely bear, And useful beasts and birds ev'rywhere. They in childhood walked in paths where feet Ages past had run, friends or foes to meet; Fain would we gather the ashes of the men Who, though savage, yet were kind when Compared to many, though white, yet were cruel, Whose hate to their deeds of blood added fuel. We know there were good men in all the tribes, Whom naught could change, not even costly bribes. * * * In this age when we boast of love and peace, And pray that all wars may ever cease, Living on the soil enriched by the blood Of the valiant soldiers who have stood Arrayed in the panoply of war, and strong, Fighting, each for the right, not the wrong- Should not we, who look to-day upon this scene, Rejoice that a monumental pile* shall screen Their memory from the dust, once for all, And in coming years their valor recall?
The monument to be erected at Ft. Meigs by legislative appropriation, 1906. |
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