Road Trip Through History: An Unexpected Woman Warrior
Here is the way our road trips work: My Own True Love and I head off with a general plan. We have one or two things we know we want to do. We figure out what we plan to see and where we are staying each night as we go. We stop at every historical marker we pass* and as many historical sites and museums as we can. We especially love the little sites that don’t show up in the state travel brochures and consequently aren’t part of the day’s plan: case in point, Apple River Fort, a state historical site in Elizabeth, Illinois.
The battle of Apple River Fort was a minor incident in the Black Hawk War of 1832,** the sort of skirmish that does not shape the course of events except at the local level. (For that matter, the Black Hawk War was itself minor and local in scale, if not in the way it contributed to the larger picture of conflict between settlers and Native Americans.)
The Apple River Settlement began life as a lead smelting camp. By 1832, it had grown into a considerable village, complete with families. In May of that year, the residents of the settlement learned that Black Hawk and his men had routed the Illinois militia at the battle of Stillman’s Run on May 14th.*** The terrified settlers built a small palisaded fort in eight days.****
On June 24, four dispatch riders who were traveling from Galena with correspondence for General Atkinson stopped at Apple River for a brief rest. Soon after they had left the fort, they ran into Black Hawk and about 200 of the Sauk, who fired on the dispatch riders, wounding one of them.***** Three of the riders retreated to Apple River to warn the settlement; the fourth rode back to Galena, hoping to return with the militia.
The Sauk besieged the fort. The forty-five residents of the settlement (plus three members of the militia) defended the fort for about an hour.
Up to this point, the story of the Apple River Fort is a pretty standard incident in the Black Hawk war. The historic site tells the story in an even-handed way, using contemporary quotations from both sides of the story.
Now comes the twist: After an hour of battle, the men of the fort were prepared to surrender. The women of the fort, led by one of Elizabeth Armstrong, took up arms, reloaded guns, and continued the fight. One presumes that the men fought on as well.
Finally, Black Hawk withdrew. The Sauk raided nearby cabins for supplies—not surprising given that hunger was their primary motivation—and moved on. The settlers’ casualties amounted to one dead and two wounded. Blackhawk lost none of his men.
The fort was taken down in 1847 and the town was renamed Elizabeth to honor the women who defended the fort. (Elizabeth Armstrong was one of three women named Elizabeth there that day.)
I don’t have enough information to know whether Elizabeth Armstrong actually rallied the fort’s flagging defenders, aided by the other women of the settlement, though I’ve read dozens of similar scenes in accounts of besieged cities. And in fact, the narrative on the website does not include the incident, though it appears in the display at the interpretative center.
I have no doubt, however, that women and children fought at Apple Creek. A letter written by one of the residents after the battle clearly describes young girls making cartridges and running guns and women active in the defense. I’m not surprised.
Over and over while doing my research for Women Warriors — I found instances of ordinary women who fought to defend themselves in cases of siege. In the fourth century BCE Chinese statesman Yang Shang called them “the army of adult women” and he recommended that military commanders use them to help defend a besieged city. Over the centuries, the “armies of adult women” who fought on the walls and in the trenches to defend their cities far outnumber all the other women warriors put together.
I have no doubt that the three Elizabeths and the other women of Apple River Fort fought that day, as so many other women did before and after them.
*Assuming we can find them. Some historical markers are surprisingly evasive.
**If you need a refresher on the Black Hawk War, you can find one here. The Black Hawk War was a recurring theme in our last big road trip, in the fall of 2019.
***A description, not a place name. Attacked by the Sauk, forces under the command of Major Isaiah Stillman panicked and, well, ran.
****Fifty feet by seventy feet, with a cabin in one corner and a blockhouse in the other. To use the cliched size comparison, which I do not find particularly useful since I am not a football fan, less than 1/3 the size of a football field.
*****FYI, I always view estimates of the size of an enemy on the field with caution. The larger the enemy, the grander the victory or the more understandable the panicked rout. Story-building issues aside, many people find it difficult to estimate the number of people sitting quietly in a lecture hall. How much harder would it be to estimate the number of screaming people running at you with weapons?
Gone Fishin’
My Own True Love and I are heading off for another adventure. It’s our first road trip since the fall of 2019 and we are thrilled.
This time we’re headed West on U.S. Highway 20. (He’s driven across the Great Plains many times, but I have not. ) We have only the loosest of plans, and no real schedule. The only thing I know for sure is that I will come back with stories to share.
Later y’all.
In which I review (okay, squeal about) Wake by Rebecca Hall
Back in January, I pre-ordered Rebecca Hall’s Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts for reasons that will be clear to anyone who has followed this blog for a while. (Hint: Women warriors!)
It came in the mail last week on its publication date.* I started reading it that afternoon. I was caught immediately and had every intention of staying up as long as it took to finish it. Then I decided that I really needed to slow down and savor it. I must admit–I savored very quickly. Wow, what a book!
Wake is not an easy book to categorize. It is based on Hall’s dissertation on women who led slave revolts, but it is like no other book based on a dissertation that I have ever seen. (Or even imagined.) It is a graphic work of historical non-fiction. It is also a graphic memoir of a historian’s experience of researching a subject that has been erased, and in some ways is still being erased, at many levels. Both the non-fiction and the memoir are enriched by what I would described as informed historical imagining—something that all historians do on occasion, though most of us are not as direct about it. Or as skilled at it.
The book opens with a revolt on the slave ship Unity in 1770: a powerful visual narration that uses only a few words. The revolt is followed by a panel of Hall, with two sentences: “I am a historian. And I am haunted.” I was hooked.
From there, Wake is the story of Hall’s experiences dealing with “the erased, the unspoken, the black spaces in the documents.” It is historical research in the form of a classic quest, complete with unexpected journeys, gatekeepers, monsters, and tests of character, strength and skills. She interweaves her experience of historical and present-day sexism and racism, with the stories she uncovers, and the holes that the nature of record keeping has left in those stories.
Usually this is the point where I share some of my take aways with you: but I don’t want to blunt the impact of her moments of discovery for you. Over and over, she left me stunned by her experiences and her conclusisons.
Hugo Martínez’s illustrations are as important to Wake’s impact as Hall’s narrative, referring past to present in each panel to illustrate what Hall calls “ancestry in progress.”
This is an amazing, important book.
*One of the advantages of pre-ordering a book you’re excited about. One of the disadvantages is I tried to pre-order it again every time the book caught my attention. Luckily the places I buy books all have a “hey, dum-dum, you bought this before” function.** Otherwise, everyone I know might be getting a copy of Christmas. Now that I think about it, that’s not a bad idea…..
**Which does not explain why I recently checked out a book from the library only to discover that I own two copies of it. This is a serious case of inventory fail.



