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Hero of the Wabash, circa 1791



Hero of the Wabash, circa 1791


Broadside entitled "Hero of the Wabash." Includes a poem telling of the cowardice of a "Captain Paul" during the Indian Wars and an engraving of an Army officer running from an attacking Native American. Captain Paul is not identified but it is believed that the broadside dates to either Harmar's or St. Clair's defeat in the Ohio country.


Manuscript Collection, Filson Historical Society





Mss. C H (ovsz.)


Hero of the Wabash
He comes, he comes, the coward comes ! !
Crack your jokes and point your thumbs

Paul the apostle was a man,
That feared neither chains nor slavery,
His goodness great and who could scan,
His matchless boldness and his bravery.

Such Paul's as this we seldom see,
Though many in the state we find,
But there is none so good as he,
Nor such a noble generous mind.

There was one Paul a Captain bold,
Was born in Dover famous town,
His mighty deeds we will unfold,
Which rais'd him to such high renown.

The captain of a mighty band,
Fifty in number, stout and strong,
And he a stout young looking man
To fort M'Clary did belong.

His station suited him full well,
He did recieve a Captain's pay,
And in the fort he still would dwell,
Was he not forc'd to march away.

They march'd the tawny tribes to meet,
When this brave Captain did complain,
I cannot walk I've gall'd my feet
For me to try to march is vain.

The Major General then did say,
Give him a horse that he may ride,
A horse was brought to him straightaway,
This Hero then did mount astide.

He was not mounted long before,
He did nost bitterly complain,
I cannot ride I am so sore,
I wish I could return again.

Then like a coward he did go,
Leaving his valiant troops behind,
The Indians did affright him so,
That his commission he resign'd.

He thought for to return in peace,
But did mistake poor man alas,
For here his troubles did not cease,
In peace they would not let him pass.

He had not reach'd this town before,
A dreadful thing did him befall,
An Indian came up to the door,
To take the life of Captain Paul.

He stood and bent his bow so bold,
Threat'ning this hero's blood to spill,
Twas Woonodanset I was told,
That swore he would the Captain kill.

This seiz'd the Captain with dismay,
Terror and panic fill'd his mind,
From the back door he ran away,
And left the Indian chief behind.

Retreated to his famous town,
Where he was born and long did dwell,
Then with his comrades he came down,
When Major H. did beat him well.

These are his deeds says mother fame,
Which rais'd him to such high renown,
And this hath given him a name,
Which will extend throughout the town.

He is a coward we all know,
So I will drop my pen,
Since he goine and we'll let him go,
And we will say Amen ! !


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