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{Actual photo of Old Abe in public domain}

 

INTO MYTH

{795 words}

 



It was April 21^st 1865.

Ahgamahwegezhig looked at me huddled behind the mound of rubble.  He had been my father's best Ojibwe student.

I called him Chief Sky because every time I tried to pronounce his Ojibwe name, I sounded like I was a cat heaving up a furball.

He grunted, “They also serve who only stand and wait, but the pay is shit.”

He, Corporal Danvers, and I were all that was left of the Wisconsin 8^th Infantry.

Well, there was Old Abe, the eagle mascot, of the company.  Captain Perkins named him after the President.

Who am I?  I’m Jim McGinnis, the last of a long line of teachers, and the idiot who volunteered to take care of Old Abe.

In August 1861, John C. Perkins, assisted by Seth Pierce, Frank McGuire, and Victor Wolf recruited a company of volunteers from Eau Claire and Chippewa Counties.

This company was called the "Eau Claire Badgers.”

Chief Sky had come along to make war on whites and because Old Abe belonged to him.  Why didn’t he take care of Old Abe? 

The eagle liked to ride on my leather-shod shoulder.

And his talons hurt like hell.

On March 25^th, the Claywater Meteorite exploded just before reaching ground level, delivering a cluster-bomb effect as fragments of its enormous mass showered Vernon County.

At least, folks thought it had exploded. 

 

Then, the huge Tripods started walking about, killing everything living in their paths. 

The remnants of the Eau Claire Badgers were called back from Mansura, Louisiana to help fight the Star Fallers.

We didn’t fare too well.  But then, I had taken an oath.  I meant to live up to it.

And to repay the debt of the dead … with interest.

I peeked over the mound.  The giant Tripod was still too close even though it was clanking along to the east.

Danvers licked his dry lips.  “Lieutenant, we got to get us some water soon.  We’ve been three days without it.”

I said low, “If I were a creek, where would I be?”

Chief Sky looked at me.  “If I were a creek, I would be where the ground slopes.”

“Riiiight.”  Sometimes it was good to have an Indian scout.

Old Abe was where I told him to go.  Up high in that cottonwood.  The tripod finally noticed him and swiveled slowly, its turret aiming at him.

From the bloody past, we had learned those Star-Fallers took three seconds to blow something apart. 

Up until then, they had some sort of invisible barrier around them.  I raised my already loaded Sharpes rifle.

The smooth, steady movement of my arms raised a shiver of panic in the rational man whose advice I was ignoring.

I aimed down that turret’s barrel, counted to two, and fired.

All of us flew to the ground, even Old Abe.

Bits of smoking metal rained down all around us.  They were sizzling hot.  Old Abe squawked as he flew down beside me. 

Chief Sky wasn’t any happier with me.

“Just like a white man to kill himself along with his enemy.”

“We’re still alive,” I said.

“Not for much longer if you follow this way of attack.”

Danvers ran his fingers through his red hair.  “We ain’t gonna make it home, are we, sir?”

I said low, “There’s still a chance.  We’ll get there.”

Danvers looked to Chief Sky.  “What do you think?”

The last of the Ojibwe shrugged his shoulders and smiled crooked at me.  “As your trusted Indian scout, I must warn you that you are now on very thin ice.”

“Which is?” I asked.

“Hope.  You will starve to death if you insist on living on it.”

Danvers looked on his last nerve.  I glared at Chief Sky who flicked flat black eyes at the Corporal.  He grunted a laugh.

“I will tell you a secret, Danvers.”

“What?” the Corporal asked, his voice sounding like a too-stretched skin on a drum.

“I believe that the heart is stronger than knowledge. That myth wins over history. That dreams beat facts.

That hope triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”

I sometimes forgot about how spiritual Chief Sky was. I had been raised as a Methodist where the highest sacrament was the bake sale.

He turned amused eyes to me.  “I would also say the depths of the lieutenant’s stupidity have yet to be plumbed,

and ours is coming up fast for we follow him.”

Danvers made a face.  “I was feeling better until that last.”

Chief Sky smiled like a wolf.  “Come, Danvers.  As Eagle Walker says: ‘We have oaths to keep and debts to repay.’”

And so with Old Abe flying overhead, did the last of the "Eau Claire Badgers” walk into myth.

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