Joshua Crooker of Minot, Maine "An Aroostook War Soldier" newspaper clipping dated 28 Feb 1901 Contributed by Androscoggin Historical Society http://www.rootsweb.com/~meandrhs Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm Tells the Story of His Military Experience, and Describes the Building of Fort Fairfield Joshua Crooker of Minot, who is in his 84th year, was a volunteer in one of the first companies organized to defend the Maine frontier, during the Madawaska trouble in the forties, (1840's) during the so-called Aroostook War many ludicrous incidents took place when the drafts were made from the militia companies of the different towns, of men to go to the front. Many people at first thought that the soldiery of the State alone would have to contend single-handed with the troops from the British provinces. Capt. Amos P. Noyes of Norway who raised three companies of volunteers for the civil war, two of which he commanded, was a lieutenant colonel during the trouble over the boundary lines between Maine and the provinces. He is now nearly ninety he relates that while the people of North Norway were attending meeting one Sunday, they were startled by the loud ex- clamations of a militia officer from Paris Hill, who sat on his horse in front of the door of the schoolhouse where religious services were being held, shouting; 'To arms! To arm! The Bluenoses are coming! Men shrieked. Boys yelled. Women screamed and fainted. His business was merely to notify the North militia company of the town that a draft would be made on a certain day for soldiers to go to Augusta, there to & wait the order of the Governor and commander-in-chief. Similar scenes no doubt took place, in the other parts of the State. Mr. Crooker in a grandson of Daniel Packard, one of the early settlers of Buckfield, who served through the Revolutionary Wax, and was at Saratoga., Stony Point and 16 other battles and Sieges. On the authority of Sec. Lang of the Navy Department, he was the original Sergeant Hollister in Cooper's Spy, as his. wife was the other principal character in this srory: Betty Flanagan. But I will let My. Crooker tell his story in his own way: "In the winter of 1841." says Mr. Crooker, "my brother-in-law, Salomon Cole. being on it visit to Buckfield strongly urged me to return with him to his home In Parkman, which I did. I had been there but a short time when rumors floated freely of British invasion of the Aroostook country for the purpose of cutting ship timber, an the banks of the winding Aroostook, Whence it was floated down the river when the ice broke up in the spring. I was at a religious meeting on Sunday. when an officer appeared at the church soliciting the enlistment of a company of soldiers, to go immediately to the scene of the depredations in the northern wilderness. This stirring and unusual event awoke in me the war like spirit. that ties inherent; in every true American breast. Often had I listened to my grandfather's recital of the scenes he had witnessed in the revolutionary war the picture of Arnold's valar Sataratoga. the midnight charge at Stony Point, Washington turning the retreating troops at Monmouth forward to a victory, until, in the imagination, and enthusaiasm youth. I feared the, no opportunity would present itself, in my life time. for millitary, service for my Country against England which by hereditary instinct had always been regarded as our natural enemy. My grandfather Daniel Packard (a native of Bridgewater, Mass had courted a pretty Irish girl who was stolen from her home in the Cove of Cork, Ireland, and brought to this country. My grandfather married her and she followed him into the army, and was with him through the war.) As I was saying, an enlisting Officer uppeered at the church meeting and when the services were over began recruiting. I was the first man to put my name on the roll. Others rapidly followed and by night a company visa formed. We had orders to be at Sangerville the next morning for Immediate marching We reached there at 2 o'clock by team and stayed at the tavern, where we went through the process of being mustered. We, formed in front of the door and passed singly into the house where each man was examined. The most prominent qualfication was that each man should be warmly clothed. We took dinner at this Inn and started over the snowy road for Lincoln, which we reached that night, cold, hungry and tired. The next morning we received our guns of which there were great stack in a large building and then we resumed our march on foot. We passed along the Penobscot, through Winn to the junction of the Mattawamkeag with the Penobscot. From the town of Mattawamkeag we turned north, where the townships were designated by the numerals, 1 2. 3. 4, 5, etc. On, arriving at the 8th township we struck the head waters of P. branch of the Aroostook' river. Here was our outpost camp. The soldiers who were stationed or had arrived there came out to recieve us and chested heartily. We round quite warm and convenient quarters In rude buildings which had bee constructed. I think that it was on Friday that we reached the camp and on the next Monday morning we mustered, on the ice and started down river The picture presented has eve left my memory. The now land agent Jarvis was the commanding officer and mounted on black charger be addressed the troops in fiery spirit of war. He gave command that every bayonet be fixev and finished by saying if there was a soldier among us who would hesitate to run his bayonet throughg a British invader he did not want him,, and called upon Such to lay his arms and return home, While the others were ordered to "forward march." Three soldiers gave up their guns and left the ranks. . - , 'the drums beat, the fifes piped strains of war With colors flying the first war began under a the of fall silent slow- descending flakes of snow falling upon them. My company was about middle way of the command. And before and behind were companies following each other, Interspersed with horse-teams haul- 36 cannon and military stores and ord- required for soldiers entering a wilderness In the depth of winter, Fully a mile was taken Up In the line of match and the- distance to be travelled over by the winding Aroostook War estimated at 72 miles. We halted at noon only long enough to eat our nations of hard- tack and boiled pork. Our tea was the uncooked water of the river draw through a hole in the hole in te ice. By night-fall we reached the half-way place, where some prepara- been made for us. The next day was clear and cold and we had to beat ourselves and rub our faces and ears to keen them from freezing It was growing dark when we halted at a place where the river made a band and the too was covered with hewn timber. Hers was the cause of the war. These innocent 'Sticks of timber' that lay Cold and half-covered with snow had stirred the counsels of nations to en- Here was the 'bone' over which the dogs of war were contending. Here Was. the scene where Macintosh, our land agent, was seized and carried away into the British Dominion, bound on a horse. Our company Was stationed as the picket guard that night to watch for any advance I of the toe, as they might come out or the blackness of the forest shade. But the cold winds-only came up the river chilling the ' very marrow of our bones to disturb our cheerless vigil, Never have I passed so severe a trial front wind and weather In the 83 years of my existence as in that first night In the wilderness of the Aroostook, Once in a While through that long night the sounds in the tree-flopsing in the winds were chorused by the dismal hoot of the owls , and the fierce snarls or shrieks of the wild denizens of that ~vast wilderness," their protest. no doubts, to our Invasion. The next morning the plans of the campaign had been formed and were being executed. A fort was to be constructed on the left bank of the river and with Yankee availability, we used in its construction the ship timber that the British had got out on the river. And how rapidly the fort grew Into, shape. Horses drew the ship timber upon the bank and skillful hands adjusted it readily into a redoubt and the angry-mouthed cannon boldly looked out toward approach. Seventy-five acres, of forest were to be cleared and our guns were, exchanged for axes. The snow was four feet deep in the woods but the cutting up of the fallen trees and burning them. melted the snow and soon there, appeared from our hands a campground snowless and treeless and stumpless and almost as level as a garden plot. Streets were laid out, barracks, of officers' quarters, hospital and all the paraphernalia of the camp appeared. In honor of the Governor of the State the place war named Fort Fairfield which name it has ever since retained. Besides the general hard work and millitary drill there was little remarkable to relate. Once in a while a man found in the wood cautiously looking at our camp was brought in blindfolded. The officers examined him and invariably sent him away In the sane manner as he came. One day it was announced that the State land agent, who had been carried off, bound an a horse sled into "Bluenose-dom," was to be releases and allowed to come back. Several officers with a file of men went down the river to meet him and escort him Into camp. When the detachment containing the heroic agent, appeared in sight the cannon mounted in the fort belched forth flery flames and the whole camp shook as in an earthquake's throe. Thus he received military honors of a returning hero. The first-troops went up as volunteers under command of Land Agent Jarvis, who was appointed in Macintosh's place after his capture, but now soldiers drafted from the militia of the State began to arrive under command of Gen. Houlton, if I remember correctly. There was a little friction between the land agent and Gen. Moulton, the volunteers maintaining that they owed command only to the land agent. We were discharged after having served there forty days. The volunteers had done their. work, and it remained for the drafted men to 'hold the fort.' At the time the land warrents were given to the soldiers for serving in the Madawaska was a man came to my house to buy mine. He said the captain in my company had given him my name. He paid me five dollars down and what to strange I never heard from him again." Norway, Maine A. C. Whitman (N.B. For more on the "Aroostook War" see "Ties of Common Blood: A History of Maine's Northeast Boundary Dispute with Great Britain, 1783-1842 by Geraldine Tidd Scott published in 1991, 445 pages)