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April 5, 2003 - Issue 84
White Boy Grew Up Among
FROM: The Milwaukee Journal - February 1, 1931
credits: submitted by Timm Severud (Ondamitag)
White Boy in an Indian Scalp Dance
week William H. Wheeler, a retired businessman of Beloit, told of the
arrival in Wisconsin of his parents, who came out as missionaries to the
and Mother left Mackinac in an open boat, transferring to the little schooner
Algonquin, at the time the only boat on Lake Superior," William H.
Wheeler of Beloit resumed the story of the arrival in Wisconsin of his
parents, who had come as missionaries to the Chippewa Indians. "This
took them into the old harbor on Madeline Island."
my parents were both deeply religious, they soon decided that the Indians
needed instruction in agriculture quite as much as they did to be indoctrinated
with Christian teachings. Father foresaw that the Indians would soon be
put on reservations and he began to make preparations to teach them the
things they would have to know in order to farm. He thought, too, that
they ought to take their place in community life. Civil government was
one of the subjects he expected them to learn."
family home at La Pointe was in the mission house which had been built
earlier by Mr. Hall. It is standing today. People usually alluded to it
as the 'middle fort.' The dock was the 'new fort' and the old trading
post dating back to the French regime, was the 'old fort.' My older brother
and sister and two younger children were born in the old mission house."
took charge of the mission and Mr. Hall spent his time with the translation.
He worked directly from the Greek to the Ojibway."
selected some land in the primeval forest, on the Bad River, east of where
Ashland is today, as the field for his agricultural experiment. He gave
the name Odanah, which means village to the settlement. He moved there
May 1, 1845, and there I was born, January 1, 1847. A treaty locating
the Bad River Reservation was signed in 1854-5. We usually spent the winters
at Odanah and summers on Madeline Island."
can remember as a small boy seeing a big house built. Those northern pioneer
buildings were real works of art and extremely accurate jobs. The French-Canadian
experts with their broad axes would hew up the logs until they looked
as though they had been planed. Uprights were all grooved and fitted to
a heavy sill, including corner posts. Every opening was framed and each
finished with a cap timber."
clapboards they whipsawed timbers. A platform was constructed on which
one of the men took his place with the pitman working below. One pulling
and then the other, they manipulated the saw."
house was lathed by splitting cedar logs into thin two-inch strips, and
fastened to the wall diagonally with one course laid on top of the other,
lattice fashion, properly spaced to hold the plaster of red clay. When
this was dry the wall was whitewashed and you had an inviting interior."
first teacher was Miss Abbie Spooner, who had come from the east with
mother and father. The little Indian boys and girls learned exactly as
fast as the children of the missionaries. At that time there was no effort
on the part of the missionary teachers to obliterate the Indian culture."
white children learned Indian, the young Chippewas learned English. There
were some missionaries who preferred that their children did not associate
with the Indian boys and girls, but my father was not one of these."
was a great believer in the gospel of work and in the duty of himself
and his family to set good examples in diligence. At Odanah he took great
pride in having a model garden. He also believed that work kept a boy
out of mischief. So, in the morning, he would give each of us a stint
- set the amount of work that my brothers and I had to get through with
would set to work weeding the garden, or hoeing it. Pretty soon along
would come a group of our Indian companions to lean over the fence and
tease us to join them. 'Get your bows and arrows," they would say,
"and we will go hunting.'"
"'We can't. We go to work.'"
Indian boys would get their heads together for a moment. Then they would
climb over the fence. 'If you will get some tools we will all help? and
when we are through we will all go hunting.'"
may be sure that father had plenty of tools handy for just such emergencies
and soon there would be a whole row of boys just eating up the work."
it was done, we would take our bows and arrows and start for the woods
to hunt partridge and squirrels."
partridge hunting was lots of fun. You know a male partridge has a way
of sitting on a log and drumming. Iuequeenqwaah, the Chippewa call the
soon as we caught the sound we would stop and then in single file slowly
move in its direction, halting every few feet to listen intently, and
peering through the leaves until finally some pair of bright eyes caught
sight of the partridge. Usually he was sitting on the trunk of a tree
that had been blown down."
"Moving quietly like the young Indians that we were, we would stretch
out making a wide circle around the drummer on the log and then gradually
contract this ring until at last the bird caught sight of one of us."
"I can see a partridge now, turning his head nervously in one direction and then the other, as thought it were on a swivel, looking vainly for an opening in the ring that encircled him. As he watched us, we moved closer to him until finally one of us was close enough to let an arrow fly."
firm, strong, brown hands,
rest of us would then rush in sending arrows towards him and about one
time in three we would get the bird."
a pasture on father's place in Odanah was a tall totem post. Father
was careful to preserve this post, and the land about it just as it was,
for it was the place where the Indians were accustomed to set up their
conjuror's lodge. The spruce trees were not cut and even the underbrush
was preserved. Every once in a while the Indians would put up the lodge."
used a cabinet, just as the spiritualistic medium does. I have seen the
poles on one of these lodges, frozen into the ground, shake and ring bells
as a medicine man worked his incantations. The band of Indians camped
nearby would come, one by one, to hold communications with their dead."
there would be a Sioux scalp with its long braids placed on top of the
totem pole, and there would be dances that circled about it. At such times
we boys would be certain to go down to the pasture and join the band.
I can hear the rhythmic pounding of drums today. Suddenly it would cease
and into the circle would leap the man who had taken the scalp."
am about to relate an adventure,' he would begin, speaking slowly and
acting out every sentence. 'This adventure happened up the current of
the Minnesota River, where it makes the great bend.'"
understood by this that he was speaking of Granite Falls."
high hung the sun,' He continued, raising his arm expressively, 'when
I started on the particular adventure I am about to relate. At the end
of ten days did I reach the great bend, and?' the speaker was becoming
excited as he enacted his story."
the following morning as I ran through the grass, crouching low on the
other side of the river, suddenly up sprung a strange Indian. He was a
Sioux.' The speaker now acted not only his own movements but those of
we drew near to each other and while he tried to brain me with his tomahawk,
did I drop the hammer of my trusty flintlock upon him. And even in his
death struggle did I shear him! Sound the drum!'"
this was the first scalp the Indian had taken he would say. 'This is why
I am worthy to wear the eagle feather.'"
remember hearing one Indian tell about meeting a Sioux, 'floating in his
canoe, unsuspicious, and of how he blew his enemies head off.'"
he went on to say, 'in the water he looked a me and laughed, brave even
in his death struggle.' The recital usually tended to prove the bravery
of the one whose scalp had been taken, because this enhanced the quality
of the deed."
sent one of these Sioux scalps to the headquarters of the American board
in Boston so that they might understand the type of people he was trying
to help. And years later I went up to the rooms of the missionary society
and saw there, among the idols of India, the Sioux scalp with its long
"I never saw Indians dancing around a white man's scalp. The Chippewa's were allies of the white man from the first."
year I was born, Mary Warren, a girl of 11, came to live with us. She
was a daughter of Lyman Warren, who was instrumental in persuading the
American Board to send the fist missionary to Madeline Island and was
the first manager of the Astor Company at La Pointe. Before his death
Mr. Warren asked father to take Mary."
Warren, Lyman and Truman, were Berkshire Hills boys who came to Madeline
Island in 1810. They married daughters of Michel Cadotte, the last of
the old French fur traders. The grandfather of the Cadotte girls was White
Crane, a famous Ojibway chieftain."
Mary Warren, by inheritance, was connected with every phase of Madeline
Island history and life. She was sent to an Ohio college, and became a
missionary to the Indians at Odanah, Red Cliff, Wisconsin and at Red Lake,
Leech Lake and White Earth, Minnesota, where she died only three years
carried on an unremitting warfare against those who were perpetually trying
to take the Indian's land from him. Very soon after the Bad River Reservation
was established, a group of politicians tried to get hold of this pine
on the 'school sections' - sections 16 and 36 of every township."
land was specifically reserved for the support of schools. It was said
that these sections did not belong to the Indians at all. The case was
carried to the Supreme Court for the Indians. That court decided that
on reservations there was no such thing as 'school lands.' That every
inch of the reservation belonged to the Indians."
1859 came father's trip to Washington to save the Lac Courte Oreilles
reservation from the Indian Ring, when he traveled 250 miles on shoe shoes
through a blizzard to catch a train at Sparta. He was none too early either,
for when he arrived in Washington the bill had been advanced to the third
"Father asked for and obtained an interview with President Buchanan, with the result that the bill was wiped off the map. His trip saved the reservation for the Indians but lost him his life. In two months he had lost the use of the right lung. He was never well again."
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