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The Lost Poems of Jane Johnston Schoolcraft — A Native Michigan Voice Rediscovered

September 19, 2013 By Barbara Falconer Newhall 8 Comments

Oval portrait of Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, ca. 1825. Courtesy Bentley Historical Library, University of Michigan
Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, circa 1825. Courtesy Johnston Family papers, the Bentley Historical Library, the University of Michigan
Jane Johnston Schoolcraft Rediscovered

A decade or so ago, the librarians at the Illinois State Historical Library were getting ready to move their collection into the Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library. In the process of cleaning up they came across some boxes of old documents, which they decided to catalogue.

One of those boxes contained a cache of writings by Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, a little known Ojibwe poet born in 1800 at Sault Ste. Marie in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The librarians did what librarians do: they entered their find on the WorldCat database.

A week later and 100 miles away, Robert Dale Parker logged on to the WorldCat database and entered the name Jane Johnston Schoolcraft.

Robert Dale Parker

A University of Illinois professor of English and American Indian Studies, Parker had been troubled by the lack of information about early Native American poetry. He  had resolved to look into Schoolcraft’s life and work.

Parker had been sorely frustrated in his search: the confusing mass of papers on Jane and her husband Henry at the Library of Congress, for example, were available to him only in small batches of microfilm.

But when he discovered the newly entered list of Schoolcraft’s poetry and translations of Ojibwe legends and songs and he saw first-hand the originals at the Illinois library, Parker was hooked. Patiently, persistently he followed every lead he could, visiting libraries and collections with the help of a grant from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.

The result is a book called The Sound the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky, which is an English translation of the poet’s Ojibwe name, Bame-wa-wa-ge-zhik-a-quay.

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft’s Poems

One of my favorites among Schoolcraft’s poems praises one of the first wildflowers to bloom in spring in the northern woods of Michigan. This small white and pink flower is known in Ojibwe as the “miscodeed.” I knew it as a girl as the spring beauty.

To the Miscodeed

Sweet pink of northern wood and glen,

E’er first to greet the eyes of men

In early spring, — a tender flower

Whilst still the wintry wind hath power.

How welcome, in the sunny glade,

Or hazel copse, thy pretty head

Oft peeping out, whilst still the snow,

Doth here and there, its presence show

Soon leaf and bud quick opening spread

Thy modest petals – white with red

Like some sweet cherub – love’s kind link,

With dress of white, adorned with pink.

Reprinted by permission of publisher

This poem about the pine trees of Michigan was written upon Schoolcraft’s return from Europe.

Pine and oak trees growing on a bluff along Lake Michigan. Photo by BF Newhall
Pine and oak trees still grow atop a bluff along Lake Michigan. The old growth pine trees that Schoolcraft salutes in her poem are long gone and Michigan is no longer the forested land where a squirrel could travel across the state without ever touching ground. Photo by BF Newhall
To the Pine Tree

Shing wauk! Shing wauk! Nin ge ik id,

Waish kee wau bum ug, shing wauk

Tuh quish in aun nau aub, ain dak nuk i yaun.

Shing wauk, shing wauk No sa

Shi e gwuh ke do dis au naun

Kau gega way zhau wus co zid . . .

Translation (not literal)

The pine! the pine! I eager cried,

The pine, my father! see it stand,

As first that cherished tree I spied,

Returning to my native land.

The pine! the pine! oh lovely scene!

The pine, that is forever green . . .

Reprinted by permission of the publisher

A little poem Parker has titled “The Earrings” was found in the margin of an 1840 letter to Schoolcraft’s husband, who was in Detroit. Leelinau is one of her pen names.

My Earrings

My ear-rings are gone, in the Wars of Fate—

And a pair of red-drops I would not hate. Leelinau

Reprinted by permission of the publisher

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, the woman

Born on January 31, 1800, in Sault Ste. Marie to an Ojibwe woman and an Irish-American fur trader, Jane was fluent in both English and Ojibwe. In 1823, she married a friend of the family, Henry Schoolcraft, an explorer, ethnologist and writer who eventually became Superintendent for Indian Affairs.

Schoolcraft wrote poetry and translated Ojibwe stories, often in collaboration with her husband. Their translations of her poetry into English echo the formality of 19th century romantic poetry.

Some of Parker’s 21st century translations, however, tend to be shorter and more literal. Either way, I wish I could hear and understand Jane’s Ojibwe texts first hand – and get a closer look into her long-ago, Native Michigan sensibility.

Meanwhile, I do have Parker’s meticulous, yet accessible, investigation of the life and writings of Michigan’s Woman of the Sound Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky.

Cover of the book "The Sound the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky" is dark bluke with stars in shape of a woman. “The Sound the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky: The Writings of Jane Johnston Schoolcraft,” Robert Dale Parker, ed, University of Pennsylvania Press, 2008, $22.50 paper.

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  1. Joel Raak says

    January 9, 2020 at 1:07 pm

    My father in law once owned 1000 acres on the St. Mary’s River. I am very familiar with Sault Ste. Marie.
    If you read Longfellow’s, The Song of Hiawatha, and then read Henry Schoolcraft’s, The Myth of Hiawstha, the similarities are not a coincidence since Henry shared information with Longfellow. You can read Henry’s writings at Gutenberg eBook of The Myth of Hiawatha. Longfellow writes of Hiawatha meeting an old man in his lodge toward the end of winter and mentions the Miskodeed, Spring Beauty just as Schoolcraft did in his chapter Peboan and Seegwun. The only coronation missing is that Henry got much of his information from his wife, Jane. She gets none of the credit. She was well educated and could speak and write both English and her Native American tongue. The poem, The Song of Hiawatha may not exist if not for her interpretations of Indian lore.

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    • Barbara Falconer Newhall says

      January 20, 2020 at 4:10 pm

      Thanks for these details, Joel. Much appreciated. JJS is one historical figure I’d love to be able to spend a day with — maybe wandering the woods of Michigan, looking for Spring Beauties.

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  2. Penny Crawford says

    October 7, 2013 at 9:04 am

    Hi Barb,

    We’ve been aware of Henry Schoolcraft and his Native American wife for many years, as he is responsible for giving many of Michigan’s counties pseudo Indian names — Alcona, Alpena, Iosco, Leelanau, to name a few. Seeing his wife’s picture and poetry is wonderful! Thanks for posting.

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    • Barbara Falconer Newhall says

      October 7, 2013 at 2:44 pm

      Wikipedia has quite a good biography of Henry Schoolcraft at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Schoolcraft. Apparently he mixed Native American syllables with Latin and Arabic. He was also part of a federal government move to buy out the original people and encourage them to take up farming.

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  3. Jean MacGillis says

    October 6, 2013 at 6:39 pm

    Very interesting, Barb! I never heard of J.J. Schoolcraft while in school in Michigan. We did learn a bit about her husband during school and later. At least several things are named for him.

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    • Barbara Falconer Newhall says

      October 7, 2013 at 2:31 pm

      . . . including a main drag in Detroit.

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  4. Marilyn Slagel says

    September 19, 2013 at 7:25 am

    Sending this to a cousin in Michigan!

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    • Barbara Falconer Newhall says

      September 22, 2013 at 8:40 pm

      Interesting that as a kid in Detroit public schools, I was never introduced to J.J. Schoolcraft. I wonder if your cousin was . . .

      Reply

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