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  Lake Erie Stories

  Struggle and Survival

  on a Freshwater Ocean

  Lake Erie Stories

  Struggle and Survival

  on a Freshwater Ocean

  CHAD FRASER

  Copyright © Chad Fraser, 2008

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  Fraser, Chad

  Lake Erie stories : struggle and survival on a freshwater ocean / Chad Fraser.

  ISBN 978-1-55002-782-2

  1. Erie, Lake--History. 2. Erie, Lake, Region--History.

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  F555.F73 2008 971.3’3 C2008-900389-6

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  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  1. “The Earthly Paradise of Canada”: French Adventurers on Lake Erie

  2. “We Have Met the Enemy”: The War of 1812 on Lake Erie

  3. The Battle of Pelee Island: The Upper Canadian Rebellion of 1837

  4. Raid on Johnson’s Island

  5. Captives of Time: Lake Erie Shipwrecks

  6. Shelters from the Storm: Lake Erie Lighthouses

  7. Bootleggers and Blind Pigs: Rum-running on Lake Erie

  Acknowledgements

  Associated Sites

  Additional Resources

  Bibliography

  Introduction

  Lake Erie is not a peaceful inland sea. Even a seaman who has seen the worst that the world’s oceans could throw at a ship quickly learns to respect her unpredictable waters.

  Captain Alexander McNeilledge, who created the first sailing chart of the north shore of Lake Erie in 1848, had this bit of advice for the captains who sailed the lake in his day:

  When you are anxious to have a good lookout kept, you must keep it yourself [author’s emphasis]. Running for the land, or being anxious to make a light in stormy, hazy, or thick weather, let your officers be never so good, be at the head of it yourself, and of course you will pay more attention, having it on your mind and being the responsible man.

  McNeilledge’s book and chart are a revealing look at the life of a sailor on Lake Erie in the early days of settlement. It was a time when small communities, including Port Dover, where the old captain ended up settling down, were just beginning to emerge from untracked wilderness. The end of the War of 1812 — the last great conflict between Canada and the emerging industrial powerhouse to its south — had brought a lasting peace to the region, and cleared the way for the towns and cities that today line the shore to take root.

  Photo courtesy of Port Dover Harbour Museum

  Captain Alexander McNeilledge, author of the first sailing charts of Lake Erie’s north shore, was well known in Port Dover.

  McNeilledge, who was born in Greenock, Scotland, in 1791, had spent much of his career on the ocean. His exploits are the stuff of seafaring legend: he first went to sea as a cabin boy at the age of eight, was shipwrecked on Long Island in 1807, saw the Duke of Wellington in Lisbon, and even caught a glimpse of Napoleon Bonaparte, the deposed emperor of France, in exile on the island of St. Helena in 1817. Even what he might have considered to be the more humdrum aspects of his time at sea are thrilling by modern standards. The captain covered huge swaths of the globe, sailing to ports as far afield as China, and running a naval blockade off Buenos Aires. And, for good measure, he endured robbery and plunder at the hands of pirates on the storied Spanish Main.

  It is not hard to imagine, then, why McNeilledge was drawn to the quiet Canadian hinterland after such a frenetic career at sea. He first came to Port Dover in 1832, largely at the request of his brother, who had rebuilt an old mill in the town where, he hoped, Alexander could help him by serving as clerk and bookkeeper. Some time later, McNeilledge decided to expand his repertoire by dabbling in farming, as well.

  But the life of a landlubber, predictably, could not hold the attention of the old captain for very long, and soon enough he heard the call of the freshwater ocean that now lay in his backyard. And, try as he might, McNeilledge couldn’t resist. Soon he was back out on the water, sailing along both the north and south shores of Lake Erie on numerous ships and making a name for himself among the lake’s growing fraternity of captains. Back on dry land, McNeilledge was a colourful figure in tiny Port Dover, where he produced a number of mementos, including drawings of ships, ports, and other images of marine life. During his spare time, he could usually be found down at the harbour, overseeing the comings and goings of the many sailing vessels and sharing tall tales of the sea with his fellow captains.

  Still, even though he had experienced much during his long saltwater career, McNeilledge knew not to underestimate Lake Erie. Even in these early days of settlement, its temperamental nature was well known to those who sailed the lake or lived along its shores. The very existence of his chart and narrative about the many hazards of sailing the waters off the north shore speaks to the fact that the old captain spent a good deal of time worrying about his fellow sailors out on the lake. And he had good reason. Since the Welland Canal had opened in 1829, more and more ships were clogging Lake Erie, their holds stuffed with the food, stone, and lumber that were desperately needed to fuel the construction boom. Not surprisingly, the increased traffic brought with it more and more shipwrecks — and a higher toll in human lives. Of his chart, McNeilledge says simply: “The courses and distances will be found to be pretty correct for any stranger to go by, and will often ease the mind of the man having the charge.”

  The Shallow Sea

  Lake Erie is the second smallest of the five Great Lakes by surface area (only Lake Ontario is smaller), and the smallest by volume. Its southerly location gives it a climate that is downright tropical in the summertime, prompting tourists from around the world to flock to places like Point Pelee, Long Point, and the Lake Erie islands, to bask in Erie’s warm waters and soak up the sun on some of the finest beaches in North America. Not as well recognized is the fact that Lake Erie is along the same latitude as northern California and Rome, giving the fertile farmland surr
ounding it a long and relatively moderate growing season. The rich soil produces bountiful harvests of a staggering variety of fruits and vegetables, not the least of which is grapes, the key to the region’s growing winemaking industry.

  Fishing has always been a cornerstone of life on Lake Erie. While recreational angling now dominates along the southern shore, the Canadian side is home to one of the largest commercial freshwater fisheries in the world. But it has always been a difficult way to make a living. From time immemorial, fishermen have dealt with Erie’s notoriously brutal weather and extremely perilous working conditions as they toil, often fully exposed to the elements, on their cramped boats, or “tugs” as they’re commonly known. Worse, as industrialization took hold in the region, overfishing and pollution bedevilled the industry, putting a strain on the already narrow profit margins of many small fisheries.

  Eileen Lowe, whose husband, Andy, operated the fish tug M & K out of Port Dover, notes just one of these calamities in her journal entry of April 1, 1970: “Disaster for fishermen — ban on export of perch, pike from Lake Erie — today . . . Mercury poisoned fish must be drawn down here from Lake St. Clair . . . News very dark for fishing industry.” At other times, the sheer cost of running one of these sophisticated machines threatened to bankrupt fishermen, as Lowe notes in her January 22, 1968 entry: “M & K had trouble with engine . . . Cost $4,000 . . . We have to raise $2,000 collateral . . . Always something.”

  Photo courtesy of Jim Fraser

  The Doretta L, a typical Lake Erie fish tug, in harbour at Wheatley, Ontario.

  Despite all these difficulties, commercial fishing remains vital to Lake Erie, and a visit to the harbour towns along the north shore will likely reveal an impressive array of fishing boats in port.

  Part of the explanation for Lake Erie’s famed dark side can be found in its geological makeup. With an average depth of only nineteen metres, Erie is the shallowest of the Great Lakes. This very lack of depth makes for waves of legendary ferocity when high winds and storms hit, which they do very frequently, particularly in the spring and autumn months. Another reason is simple location; its southerly position puts Lake Erie on what could be called a fault line of weather, a place where both warm southern air masses and cooler air seeping down from the arctic move through quickly, and frequently collide. The result of these actions can be swift and deadly as gale-force winds and even waterspouts seem to rise out of nowhere. Even those lucky enough to be on shore have reason for concern, as the howling wind can literally push the water clear across the lake, causing low water levels at one end and massive increases at the other. (The record difference between the eastern and western end of the lake during one of these phenomena is 4.88 metres.)

  Watching one of these storms blow ashore is like having a front-row seat for an awesome spectacle, as the crests of the waves, pushed high by the rising bottom as they approach the beach, are literally blown into a hissing spray by the high winds. It is at these times that I have said a silent prayer of thanks that I wasn’t out there, fighting for my life on a ship that has found itself in the grip of Lake Erie’s fury. But, as we shall see, the lake’s past is littered with the stories of those who haven’t been so lucky.

  The Cat Nation

  Little is known about the people from whom Lake Erie takes its name. No Europeans are known to have had direct contact with the Erie nation. The information we have comes mainly from comparisons to their neighbours, specifically the Huron, who occupied a small area around Lake Simcoe and Georgian Bay, and the Huron’s bitter enemies, the tribes of the Iroquois Confederacy, whose territory included much of New York State (and who were actually made up of five different nations: the Mohawk, Oneida, Seneca, Onondaga, and Cayuga). The Jesuit Relation, field reports filed by French missionaries working in the wilds of North America, also give an account of the Erie, but the Relation speaks mainly of their extermination at the hands of the Iroquois in a war that seems to have escalated around the middle of the seventeenth century.

  The priests, for their part, don’t seem to have witnessed any of this conflict firsthand. What they knew of it undoubtedly came from the Iroquois, as the Jesuit Relation for 1653–54 notes: “We, however, are left in peace, and Father Simon le Moine, who has recently returned from the upper Iroquois, assures us that they were arming themselves to set out from that quarter, to the number of eighteen hundred men.”

  The Erie lived along the south shore of Lake Erie, roughly from present-day Buffalo as far west as Sandusky, Ohio. The origin of the name is unclear, but the Relation for 1653–54 notes that the Iroquois referred to the Erie as “Ehriehronnons” or “people of the panther,” a supposed reference to the large number of wild cats living in their territory at the time. The French, understandably, paraphrased this into “Nation du Chat” or “Cat Nation.” In the end the label was appropriate, both for the Erie and for the lake on which their territory bordered.

  Like the big cats, the Erie, whose numbers are thought to have peaked at around fourteen thousand, had a reputation for being both gentle farmers and excellent warriors whose intensity and fearsomeness terrified their enemies. They were certainly no easy opponent for the Iroquois, as the Relation for 1653–54 states:

  Two thousand men are reckoned upon, well skilled in war, although they have no firearms. Notwithstanding this, they fight like Frenchmen, bravely sustaining the first discharge of the Iroquois, who are armed with our muskets, and then falling upon them with a hailstorm of poisoned arrows, which they discharge eight or ten times before a musket can be reloaded.

  According to the French, the Erie spoke a language similar to the Huron and were by no means wanderers. Well settled in many small villages along the shores of the lake and farther inland, the Erie lived a largely sedentary life. That is, until the skirmishes with the Iroquois became more frequent. The final battle between the two nations was started, according to the Jesuits, very much by accident. The Erie had sent thirty representatives to the Seneca for peace negotiations when, according to the Relation for 1655–56, one of the Erie representatives killed a Seneca “by some unexpected accident.” The enraged Seneca, in turn, immediately ordered the massacre of the rest of the Erie party. Only five of the delegation managed to escape their captors and inform their brethren of the frightening new war that was now upon them.

  During the hostilities that followed, each side waged a bloody guerilla-style campaign and, in the words of the Relation, “tried to capture and burn more prisoners than its opponent.” The climax reportedly came in 1654, when a force of roughly 1,200 Iroquois cornered 3,000 Erie warriors in one of their villages, which was surrounded by a high palisade. The chiefs of the attacking force first approached the bulwarks, “showing themselves in French costume in order to frighten their opponents by the novelty of this attire.” After the Erie firmly rebuffed their demands for quick surrender, the mayhem began in earnest. The Iroquois first tried to scale the palisades, but as the arrows rained down on their heads, “they were killed as fast as they advanced.” After several hours of enduring these heavy losses, the Iroquois regrouped and settled on a final strategy to break the stalemate. They carried their canoes toward the fort, using them first as shields and then, in a novel approach, turning them on their ends and employing them as ladders with which to climb the walls that protected the besieged Erie. It was enough to turn the tide, and as their attackers began to overwhelm them, the Erie’s resolve suddenly softened, and many attempted to flee. This was when, according to the Relation, the Iroquois took full control of the village and “there wrought so much carnage among the women and children that blood was knee deep in certain places.”

  Even though they had prevailed, the losses the Iroquois had suffered at the hands of the Erie were so heavy that the invaders were forced to “remain two months in the enemy’s territory, burying their dead and caring for their wounded.”

  Nonetheless, the defeat marked a fatal blow for the Erie. Now reduced to a shred of their former strength,
the remnants of the nation were either scattered, killed, or absorbed into the tribes of their Iroquois vanquishers. An empty silence fell on Lake Erie’s southern shore, as nature began to reclaim the longhouses and villages of the former occupants. Along the north shore, a similar scene had played out three years earlier, in 1651, when the Neutral nation fell before the Iroquois’ arrows. This tribe was so named by the French because they were neutral in the bitter long-standing feud between the Huron and the Iroquois. They were also said to be largely agrarian and similar in many ways to the Huron, who knew the Neutrals as “Attawandaron,” which meant, simply, that the Neutral spoke a different language. In the end, their neutrality was not enough to save them from the encroaching Iroquois, and they, too, vanished.

  This was largely the state that French traders and missionaries found the region in when they began to pass through over a decade later. Over the following two centuries, this trickle of new European arrivals would become a torrent, and they would transform Erie’s shores. Through it all, the lake sustained them, her waters providing huge catches of fish, and her forests yielding the raw materials necessary for building the cities, towns, and farms that would go on to form the foundation of the area’s economy.

  Even so, none of it came easily.

  Chapter 1

  “The Earthly Paradise of Canada”: French Adventurers on Lake Erie

  On Christmas Day in 1678, eighteen frightened and exhausted French carpenters shivered in a drafty log cabin on the bank of the Niagara River, thirty-five kilometres above Lake Erie.