The Story of Old Abe : Wisconsin's Civil War Hero
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The Story 01 Old Abe By Malcolm and Marlaret Rosholt The Story of Old Abe Wisconsin's Civil War Hero by Malcolm & Margaret Rosholt Illustrated by Don Mullen Copyright 1987 by Malcolm & Margaret Rosholt All rights reserved Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 87-090548 ISBN: 0-910417-09-1 . First Edition ROSHOLT HOUSE 406 River Drive, P.O. Box 104 Rosholt, WI 54473 Madison and Camp Randall The Story of Old Abe Wisconsin's Civil War Hero I am a bald eagle. My name is Old Abe. It is a name ofhonor as you will learn when youreadmy story. I have had a mostinterestinglife. I servedinthe Union Army for three years during the Civil War and took part in thirty-seven battles. I was wounded once when a bullet shot off some of my tail feathers. After the war I traveled in many states helping to raise money for hospitals,to take care ofwounded and disabled soldiers. But let me start from the beginning. Twenty years ago, in the spring of 1861, I was hatched from an egg in a nest in a tree top overlooking the south fork ofthe Flambeau River in northern Wis consin. I had a sister who was hatched two days· later. We both enjoyed the comfort ofa warm nest which my father had built of sticks and grass. My motherlaidtheeggs andbothmyfather and. mothertookturns keepingthem warm. Mymother told me she turned the eggs from time to time and .that she loved me even before I was hatched. 1 At thirty-nine days, she said, I pecked a small holeinmy egg shell andb"egan to cheep and cheep. She answered me and we talked together. It took me two days to get out ofthe shell completely. My mother couldn't help me but she encouraged me to get out. When I was hatched, I was covered with a soft grayish fuzz or down. My father had left a whole fish at the edge ofthe nest and my mother took a piece ofit to feed me right away. She could hardly get the food into my mouth because my head was so weak it wobbled from side to side. After one bite I fell asleep. When I awoke she fed me again and then I slept. After only one day I was stronger. Then I heard cheeping from the other egg and my mother answered. Two days later a little fuzz ball broke through the shell. That was my sister andI didn'tlike heronebitbecausemymotherwas fussing overher andfeeding hertoo. I wasjealous. I tried to grab the food away from her but my motherfed us both andthen we slept. I triedto peck my sister too but soon she was strong enough to protect herself. Everydaythefuzz on ourbodies becamethicker. We ate every four hours between naps. At the end offour weeks I weighedthreepounds andso did my sister. We were also beginning to grow stubby 2 wing feathers, and our claws were strong enough to grasp food for ourselves. When we were five weeks old my mother did not sitonthenestanymoreexceptatnight. Duringthe day my father and mother flew off,together in search offood. Butthey stillhadto'protect usfrom other birds. They screamed and whistled to warn strangers, like hawks and owls, to stay away from our,nest. This was their territory and anyone who came close could expect a fight. Our nest was so high in the tree we could see all around us, and we often watched the deer come to the riverfor a drink. Therewere beavers buildinga dam in the river too. Sometimes we heard the par tridge beating their wings, like distant drums. We eagles havesuchgood eyesightthatwe could see our parents returning to our nest while they were still far off. We cheeped and cheeped until they returned. We loved to watch them. Our parents were beautiful bald eagles with white heads and necks and white tail feathers. Their wings and body feathers were dark brown and shiny. They hardly moved their'wings to fly. They soared and circled most of the time, riding the wind currents, shifting their tail feathers to wing over, banking and turning, up and down, around and around. We knew that one day we would belike them. 4 At eight weeks we had all our feathers. Our mother taught us to put our beaks into the oil sack atthebaseofourtail andrub theoil on ourfeathers to make them shine. My sister slept more than I did. While she slept I walked around the edge of the nest exercising my legs and testing my wings into the wind to see if they were getting strong enough to fly. 6 Chapter Two Oneday while I was preeningmyselfattheedge ofthenest, a manwalked underourtree. He looked up and saw me. He started to chop at the tree with an ax. Whatin the world was he doing down there· shaking our nest? Pretty soon the tree moved and my sister and I began to shriek, hoping that our parents would hear us. The man had been chopping so fast that he did notcarewhich waythetreefell, and down itcame, crashing into a pile ofbrush. My sister was killed by a sharp stick that pierced her heart, and I was thrown from the nest and landed between the branches. I wasn't hurt but I did not know how to fly to get away. The stran·ger reached down be tween the branches and grabbed me. I screeched as loud as I could but that did not bother him. He stood there and gave a loud war whoop that could be heard up and down the Flam beau River. Two children rushed to his side and they looked at me and reached out to touch me. I pecked at them butmybeakwas softandtheylaughedwhen I tried to defend myself. 1"he man who kidnapped me was Chief Sky, a member ofthe Flambeau band of Chippewa Indi ans. He tucked me under his arm and away he went through the forest with the children running 7 to keep up. Finallywe cameto theirwigwam where the mother was making supper. She was boiling a piece ofbeavertailmixed with wild rice andmaple sugar. It smelled good. Thechildren, I counted three ofthem, treated-me well but sometimes they got a little rough and I squeaked in protest. But they just laughed and teased me more. Often they forgot to feed me, or maybe they did not have enough food for them selves. But the worst was that I had lost my freedom. I wondered whethermyparentswould everfind me. TheIndianskeptmetiedto a postwith a thinpiece ofbuckskin aroundoneleg. I wondered whetheror not I would ever soar through the air as I had seen my parents do. I don't remember how long I lived with the In dian family but one day Chief Sky told his wife that he was going to take me to a fur trading post and exchange me for some flour or corn. His wife agreed. She said I was extra work around the wig wam and shehad plenty to do without taking care of me. Besides, the children had grown tired of playing with me and I was left alone. Soon after, ChiefSky stuffed me into a sack and he and his family started walking to the trading post at Jim Falls. It was uncomfortable in that sack and it was hard for me to breathe. 8 The trading post was a place where trappers came to sell their furs and buy supplies. Loggers and lumberjacks also stopped there to buy things like soap, wool mittens, and tobacco. The post was owned by two brothers, Stephen and Daniel McCann, and Daniel's wife, Margaret. When Chief Sky took me out of the sack, Mrs. McCann said, "Oh, the poor creature. Whatis it?" "Him eagle, bald eagle," said ChiefSky. "Some day grow big, so big." He held his hand up to his waist to show how tall he thought I would be. Mrs. McCann agreed to give ChiefSky a bushel ofcornin exchangefor me andnow I belongedto a new family. The McCanns had two children and theyjumpedupand down andclappedtheirhands when they saw that their mother had bought me. Daniel McCann made a cage for me from an old wooden molasses barrel which he sawed in two. I .could see outbutI couldnotgetoutbymyself. I had to stretch my neck through a hole in the side to get myfood andto drinkfrom a panofwater. Themen caught fish for me to eat. They did not keep me in a cage all the time. Sometimes Mrs. McCann put a leash on one ofmy legs and took me out in the sunshine, and the children played with me. They held up a piece of meat for me to jump for, and they teased me by 9 holding it out ofreach. But after awhile they gave it to me and I gulped it down and screeched. This madethemhappybecausetheyknew I washappy. More and more I was allowed to be outside where I could flap my wings but I was not yet strong enough to fly. Sometimes in the evening we had music in the little log house, Daniel McCann played a violin and Stephen a mouth organ. The family sang and the children danced around. I was allowed out of my cage, and I danced too and screeched every time Dan McCann hit a high note on the violin. I always loved music and I think it was because I first enjoyed it with that happy family. One day I heard Dan McCann say to his wife, "I hear that President Lincoln is calling for volun teersto jointheUnionArmy. Some southernstates havebroken awayfrom theUnion andwe can'tlet that happen." "Indeed not," said Mrs.