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BEAVER
ISLAND - The American Arranmore
By Hugh O'Hara
Donegal Annual, 1968
Reproduced by kind permission of
The Donegal Historical
Society
Every now
and then, we read in the Donegal Annual about Arranmore Island.
It might interest some readers to know that there is an island
in the northern part of Michigan, U.S.A. known as Beaver Island,
which was colonised by the Irish-particularly the people from
Arranmore Island. The island lies almost due west from historic
Mackinac-the famous summer resort. It is thirty miles from Charlevoix,
point of embarkation for Beaver Island. It is thirteen miles long
with irregular widths ranging between three and five miles. The
greater part of it is still wooded. While originally populated
by Indians and French trappers, the modern history of the island
begins with the coming of the Mormons.
A split had occurred in the the Mormon religious group in Navoo,
Illinois, and a man by the name of James Jessie Strang gathered
a number of followers about him and withdrew to Kirkland, Ohio.
A clever lawyer, who was subsequently elected to the Michigan
Legislature, he managed to obtain a foothold on Beaver Island.
He brought in a large number of Mormon families and declared the
island was the Promised Land for his sect in 1848. By outnumbering
the islanders, they took over all properties and forced the inhabitants
to leave. However, complaints eventually developed among the Mormons
regarding certain practices which were being introduced by Strang,
who had declared himself King of Beaver Island, and the U.S. Government
requested he be brought to trial. Strang was acquitted and returned
to his "kingdom". Eventually another U.S. Government
vessel came to investigate and while Strang was on his way to
the boat, two of his own followers lay in wait and shot him. He
did not die immediately but was taken to his parents' home in
Wisconsin, where he succumbed.
Needless to say, the event was to change the course of the island
again. A man by the name of Bonner, who came from Rutland Island,
was fishing near one of the islands in the Beaver Island group,
and he was approached by an Indian in a canoe. The Indian used
the hand sign language to convey to John Bonner that "the
King was dead". John gathered his fishing gear together and
cautiously approached Beaver Island, landing at an area which
had no settlers. The point at which John Bonner landed is
known as Bonner's Landing. And his son Patrick-together with his
wife Rose-still live on the island, caring for the farm which
has been in the Bonner family for over one hundred years. Pat
is about 83 years old and still plays Irish tunes on his fiddle.
With the passing of Strang, the original settlers-with reinforcements-returned
to Beaver. The Mormons were obliged to leave and a battle ensued
on the Pine River at Charlevoix Harbour, between the Mormons and
the people who had originally suffered at their hands. And so
the Irish came to the island after the evacuation of the Mormons.
They were the second and last colonisers of the island. The change
was indeed notable-similar in miniaturised form to the transformation
of Ireland itself from a country pagan to the most Christian country
in the world. The Catholic parish established within a few years
after the Mormons departed, is still there. Despite the exodus
of the younger generation to the other parts of the U.S. in pursuit
of careers and occupations, the Church displays a great vigour.
The Arranmore men and women brought a faith and Gaelic language
as strong as the rocks that guard their island home. The religious
and educational status of Beaver Island today bears this out.
One hundred and six years after the establishment of the Holy
Cross Parish, the school on the island is under Catholic direction,
although supported by the government. The Dominican Sisters teach
in the school and needles to say, there is complete satisfaction.
The first priest on the island was Father Zorn, a missionary,
with headquarters at Harbour Springs on the mainland, some twenty
miles east. Rev.Patrick B.Murray came there in 1862 and was called
away in 1865, when the Rev.Peter Gallagher came to take his place
for the reason, we are emphatically told, that he could speak
the Irish language. It is firmly asserted that he was the answer
to the prayers of one old lady who for three years poured forth
her soul to God in the fervent hope and supplication that she
might not die until an Irish priest could hear her confession
in Gaelic. Many of the older men and women understood little or
no English. It is worth mentioning that many of the second generation
conversed in the Gaelic of Donegal as well as if they had been
reared in the land of their forefathers.The Rev.Peter Gallagher
was born June 24, 1835 at Menaborigar, Co.Tyrone. He left his
native land with his father and mother and brother in June, 1852
and landed in Philadelphia the following August 4th. He attended
the old St.Joseph (Jesuit) School for a time and then went from
Philadelphia to Ottawa College, Ottawa, Canada and was ordained
by the saintly Bishop Baraga of Marquette, Michigan. On July 29,
1866, he was appointed pastor of Holy Cross Church, Beaver Island,
where he landed on August 9, 1866. He died November 13, 1889.
He had as visitors and assistants for a time two of his nephews,
priests who had come as children from Co.Tyrone in 1850, the Rev.Hugh
and Rev.William Logue. Recently I spoke to Capt.Ben Gallagher,
87 years old, a former Beaver Islander now residing in Escanaba,
Michigan, who was present when Father Gallagher was dying. Father
Gallagher was taken back to Upper Darby, Pennsylvania, for burial
in St.Dennis Cemetery, Calamound. His two nephews are also buried
there.
The parish is in ;possession of a reproduction of a restored portrait
of Bishops Baraga, the frame of which was made from oak taken
from the schooner Rutland, owned and sailed by John B.Bonner from
Rutland Island. The schooner carried the lumber from Traverse
City to build Holy Cross Church and carried Bishop Baraga as passenger
from St.Ignace on his last visit to Beaver Island about the year
1865. The frames were presented to the parish by M.J.Bonner. Mr.Lawrence
Malloy, who should be called "Mr.Beaver Island", is
a truly remarkable man. Born on Beaver Island, he is quite active
for his 73 years, can set fish nets in the harbour, butchers for
his family supplies, attends to the winter supply of wood fuel,
etc. He was a teacher at one time on the island and has a tremendous
store of knowledge of the people. He pointed out the old farms
which had been owned and worked by the Malloys, Gallaghers, McCauleys,
Boyles and Hamrocks (the latter apparently from Mayo stock). The
Malloy family seems to have originated around Killybegs. The Gallaghers,
McCauleys, Boyles and O'Donnells came from Arranmore. It might
not be amiss to state that investigation would show the tendency
to colonisation to be in direct ratio to the yearning for independence
which people manifest and, excepting the converse of this proposition,
we find that the people who came to Beaver Island belong to the
class most devoted to their own sweet will. In other words, they
show a tendency to become their own employers. Divide the County
of Donegal into four districts and we find those f the southwestern
end a hundred years ago and farther back, going into business
for themselves, even though it involved such drudgery as carrying
their pack of linen goods. Those from the northeast - Inishowen-we
find many out in the states of Oregon and Washington controlling
cattle and sheep ranches. A great number from northwestern and
central districts of Donegal went into various lines of independent
endeavour in New York, Philadelphia and many other cities of the
east and west but it might be found the sturdiest of all were
those who came to Beaver Island and there established themselves
in the fishing and farming that the island affords.
The history
of the coming of the Donegal Colony to Beaver Island is interesting.
Beginning with the present situation, a visit to Holy Cross Church
overlooking from a pleasant eminence the beautiful bay that is
the harbour of St.James and the cemetery, brings us back to the
good old days in Donegal when the O'Donnells ruled and the Gallaghers
were the gallowglasses. In the church, and in the cemetery also,
the Gallagher name predominates. They tell the story of the boat
captain who pulled up to the dock at St.James' Harbour and
throwing a rope called out, "Hey, Gallagher-catch the line!"
and everyone of the group of men on the dock tried to catch it!
In 1893 an exiled Russian nobleman by the name of Feodor Protar
came to the island accidentally. He was on his way from Chicago
to St.Ignace. The wind was blowing heavily and the ship was about
given up for lost. He and his friend, Dr.Bernhardi, went below
decks and exhausted, fell into sleep. When he awoke, the ship
was rocking at anchor in peaceful Beaver Island Harbour. He thought
the beauty and stillness of the area remarkable after the fierce
gale. He completed his journey to Rockford, where he had a newspaper
business, sold out and returned to the island the following year.
He had been so impressed by the hard-working and simple, generous
people, that he decided to make his home there. Although not a
medical doctor, he had a pharmacist's degree and he administered
to the people, never taking cash in payment, for thirty years.
His old house still on the island and Dr.Protar decided to build
a home on an ideal site which he had carefully selected, and thereafter
began tø gather lumber towards this end. When he was
about ready to build, the Widow McCafferkey's home burned down,
leaving herself and brood of children shelterless. Dr.Protar sent
all his lumber over to the widow, the man set to and shortly had
a new home erected for the McCafferkey family. Dr.Protar never
did get the home he planned. Pravda, the Russian newspaper, in
reporting his death in 1925, refers to a letter he wrote home
in 1894, stating that he "found an island that had only whitefish
and Gallaghers".
In addition to the Gallaghers, one finds the names of O'Donnells,
Greenes, Floyd, McCanns and McDonoughs (the latter two being of
Mayo stock), Martins, Dunlevys, Mooneys, O'Briens, Colls, Earlys,
McCafferty, Connaghans and more of the old Tir Chonaill stock.
The first Irishmen who reportedly came to the island were eight
in number-the four Martin brothers from Inishowen, James, John,
Edward and Dan, and J.Bonner from Rutland Island to the northwest
of Burtonport. According to Lawrence Malloy, the first people
from Arranmore to settle on the island were the Boyles in 1883.
They were followed by the the McCauleys and John O'Donnell, who
came with the Martins. These men came to New York in 1851, where
they heard of the good fishing in Mackinac Straits and came up
there in 1854. The Mormons cast the adrift in a sail-less, rudderless
boat but Providence carried the boat into another island and the
Martins were saved, from the open waters of the lake. These men,
with the Mackinac Irishmen, were of some influence in driving
the Mormons from Beaver Island in 1856. Immigration from Canada
took place from 1857 to 1860, with the thought of doing farming
and fishing. The island colony had come from Arranmore, with the
exception of the following three families: Captain Owen Gallagher,
who was head of the Coast Guard Station for thirty years, his
wife-whose maiden name was McCauley, and Mrs.Mary Gallagher from
Iniscara. There were fifty-two Irish families on Beaver Island
in 1866. They had their little farms and fished similar to the
way life was lived in Arranmore. As the Atlantic claimed her toll
of fishermen around the Donegal Coast, Lake Michigan also demanded
the price from the men who go down to the sea in ships. You find
a similar lament in the tradition of the sea as told in song and
story. One song, "Lost On Lake Michigan Where the Stormy
Winds Blow", written by Dan Malloy in 1873, concerned the
tragic death of John Gallagher who, with two others, were shipwrecked
and lost in an attempt to bring provisions for his own wedding.
(See poem below).
The call of the outside world has reached the youth of the third
generation and so, like a good many rural districts elsewhere,
farming has lost its appeal and the glamour and glare of city
life have taken many to their bosoms. The fishing to which their
ancestors had come has lost its fascination. The lampreys have
almost ruined the fishing as it was known in the days gone by.
The emphasis today on the island is towards the tourist trade.
There are two beautiful lodges, several hotels, and many tourist
cabins and summer cottages. A new passenger boat was launched
in 1964 with a capacity to handle seventeen cars and many passengers
plying between the island and the mainland. The name of the boat
is the "Beaver Island". On occasion it will display
the Irish Tricolour. A large shamrock adorns the wheelhouse superstructure.
The Captain is Lawrence McDonough, whose ancestors came from Mayo.
The next in line is Johnny Andy Gallagher, retired U.S.C.G., whose
forefathers were Mayo and Arranmore men. Then a new hand at the
wheel is Ross Greene-whose family originated in Arranmore. It
is remarkable to note resemblances between some of those descendants
and their remote cousins still living in Arranmore.
The first thing you will notice on the Beaver Island dock is a
large sign "Céad Míle Fáilte".
Meals may be obtained at the Killarney Inn, refreshments at the
Shamrock Pub, you may stay at the Erin Motel, etc.
LOST ON
LAKE MICHIGAN
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[Daniel
Malloy 1873]
Gone all
you bold scamen, I hope you'll draw near,
For I have a sad story I would want you to hear.
Of the brave Johnnie Gallagher, who has sailed to and fro,
And was lost on Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
Oh Johnnie
my dear son, in the dead of the night
I awoke from a dream that gave me a fright.
It's unto Traverse City I forbid you to go,
Or to cross o'er Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
Oh my darling
Nancy, those dreams are not true,
I'll cross o'er the wild waves and prove it to you.
And in our lonely cottage full bumpers will flow,
When I return o'er Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
So Nancy
lovely Nancy, don't stop me my dear,
For I will surely return, come dry up your tears.
As God will protect me, let it blow high or low
I must cross o'er Lake Michigan where the stormy winds blow.
In the month
of October in Seventy Three
They left Beaver Harbour all with a calm sea;
Bound for Traverse City, their destination to go,
And to cross o'er Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
BEAVER ISLAND
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As the day
wore on, they were well under way,
And had taken their last sight of Grand Traverse Bay;
They had carried all sail and at speed they did go,
And was crossing Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
At ten that
same evening, a light did appear,
That is Beaver Harbour, we are now drawing near,
With the wind from the North West. Oh how it does blow.
And we're crossing Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
Johnnie
Gallagher stood up and had said to his crew:
I hope my brave boys, you'll be steady and true;
Stand by your man hallyards, let your force hallyards go,
That's a squall on Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
Now the
Lookout is running before a hand gale
His rudder is unshipped and overboard is his sails;
And the billows are foaming, like mountains of snow,
We're adrift on Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
My dear
Mother Mary, this grieves my heart sore,
To know that we'll never again see the shore;
God help our dear Father, how his tears down will flow,
For we'll never cross Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds
blow.
So come
brother sailors, let us all shake our hands,
As we know in our hearts now, we will never see land.
May the great God of Glory unto us mercy show,
For we'll sleep in Lake Michigan, where the stormy winds blow.
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