ALEXANDER BESAW / BESAEU
102* year old Menomonee Indian and
Veteran of the Civil War was photographed at the home of George DeLorme
of Duck Creek, where he went in search of Mrs. DeLorme's father, Joseph
Greenwood, with whom he served in the Union Army. He was in route from
his home in Shawano to the Reunion of the 14th Wisconsin Infantry in
Fond du Lac next Monday. He is the oldest veteran in the State as far as
known. He is holding the Meerschaum pipe, dated 1814, which is one of
his prized possessions.
Indian, 102 Years Old, to
Attend Reunion of Civil War Regiment
Life is just one round of
social events for Alexander Besaw of Shawano. Having just finished his
102nd birthday party, he now is going to Fond du Lac for the annual
reunion of the 14th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, with which he served
during the Civil War. At this reunion, which opens Monday, he will be
the oldest member present, and one of the spryest.
One would never guess that
Besaw was 102 years old last month. He talks clearly, with a slight
French accent, and makes his way without difficulty, depending only
slightly upon the cane, which he carries. His sight is good, although
his hearing is impaired. He says he is 102 years old and claims that his
Civil War records bear out his assertion.
Born at West DePere
"Lots of folks say "He is not that old.'" He declared vehemently. "How
can they tell? What do they know about how old I am?"

Besaw was born in West DePere
on the banks of the Fox River, 102 years ago, and lived in that location
until 22 years ago, when he moved to Shawano. He tells interestingly of
early personages and incidents in this locality.
The first white man he ever
saw, he declares, was Cornell Dixon, who operated a sawmill on East
River to turn out the timbers for the DePere dam, but when the dam was
in place it was insufficiently weighted, and following a northeast wind
one night, the unfinished portion was carried upstream nearly to Little
Rapids, where it broke up. "And when the timbers floated back down
stream, we got our share," he confessed with a grin.
He was about 12 at this time
and had never owned a pair of trousers, he said, only jeans. His mother,
using a needle larger than a lead pencil and tread made from vine
fibers, finally turned him out a pair of trousers, but neglected to tell
him how to put them on. He finally solved the riddle by typing their
corners to an angle in the rail fence, climbing the fence, and jumping
into them.
"I'm a man now," he thought,
and announced his intentions of seeking work. He went to Mr. Reid,
superintendent of the sawmill, and asked, "Do you need any more men for
the drive?" referring to the drive of logs. The superintendent looked
him over gravely, and announced he would try him out.
Valley was Haunted
"He gave me a peavey made of six-inch maple, with an iron a foot long on
the end," the old man relates. "I could not carry it, so I dragged it
along by the small end. Then we came to a stump along side the log
chute."
"You stay here he told me, and
when a log comes a past, give it a shove with the peavey. I waited and
then the log came, I dropped the peavey onto it, the point held fast so
I could not get it out, and away went the log, peavey and all."
"You are no good for the
drive, Mr. Reid told me, "Go and help the cook.'"
Soon young Besaw had saved
enough money to buy a white linen suit for $1.50, and decided to go to a
dance in Fort Howard. The trousers were too long and the coat too big,
but he turned the trouser cuffs up, and tucked his coat in, and decided
he was quiet a well-dressed young man.
The trip to Green Bay (Fort
Howard) necessitated a walk through the Ashwaubenon Creek and Valley,
near where Hockers' Brickyard is now located, a locality commonly
credited with being haunted. Besaw decided not to go through alone, but
to wait for some other party. So he crawled into some bushes and waited.
Soon two Frenchmen came along
singing. Then one called to the other, "If you see a ghost yell; and if
I see one I will yell." Thinking to get past under this protection.
Besaw fell into step behind them. Then the nearest Frenchman turned
around and saw the white-clad figure.
Frenchman See Ghost
"Oh Lord, there is one now. Run!" he screamed, and he and his companion
took to their heels. Besaw unaware that he was he 'ghost,' also fled,
and being young soon winded the Frenchmen, the weaker of whom collapsed
on the ground, praying for deliverance from the specter. So weak and
terrified was he that the combined effort of his companion and Besaw
were required to get him to the settlement, and the well-dressed young
man did not go to the dance.
Four times the young Indian
accompanied Dixon to Chicago with the mail. At Fond du Lac, there was a
single settler; on the site of what is now Milwaukee, Solomon Juneau had
his shack of popple poles. On one trip, near where Racine stands now,
Dixon was trapped by a falling tree, and Besaw had to ride to the
nearest settlement help. He knew only his own tongue but by a dint of
energetic chopping motions, he convinced them that they should bring
axes and follow him. Dixon was free and unhurt.
The route led through
Sheboygan, which, pronounced in Indian, sounds like Chetaucon. At
Sheboygan Falls, Besaw declares, he saw from 10,000 to 15,000 Indians
housed in gathered there to spear the fish as their ascent of the river
was blocked by the falls.
In those days, he said one
could 'walk on money,' but he had no place to spend it, and nothing to
spend it for. At one time, food was so scarce that tea was $8 a pound
and a 50 pound sack of flour brought $29. The only thing cheap was
whiskey. It sold for 15 cent a gallon, and any store, which did not
provide a barrel of it with a dipper, for the refreshment of customers,
was boycotted for its failure to show this courtesy to patrons.
Hale and Spry
When the war broke out, Besaw joined Company F of the 14th Wisconsin
Volunteer Infantry, sometimes called the 'Indian Company,' although its
roster included a large portion of whites. He served throughout the war
and was wounded four times. At Gettysburg, a ball pierced his stomach
and lodged in his backbone.
One of his prized possessions
is a meerschaum pipe bearing the date 1814. He originally bought it for
$7, he said, but later the shopkeeper sought to buy it back, claiming he
had not known its real value. Besaw finally consented to relinquish the
pipe upon return of his $7 and 36 pounds of tobacco 'to boot.' He later
regained possession of it when the merchant retired from business at
Antigo.