Johnny Appleseed Planted Stories Of Myth, Adventure

Originally from Massachusetts, John Chapman — better known as Johnny Appleseed — sowed apple seeds across Illinois, Indiana and Ohio in the 1790s.

Originally from Massachusetts, John Chapman — better known as Johnny Appleseed — sowed apple seeds across Illinois, Indiana and Ohio in the 1790s. Joe Biafore/iStockPhoto.com hide caption

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Johnny Appleseed: the Man, the Myth, and the American Story by Howard Means
 
Johnny Appleseed: The Man, the Myth, and the American Story
By Howard Means
Hardcover, 336 pages
Simon & Schuster
List Price: $26
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On a raw March evening in 1845, an old man knocked at the door of a cabin in the Indiana wilderness. His name was John Chapman.

Most nights, Chapman slept outside under the stars. But that day he had walked 15 miles through snow and rain, and for once he wanted shelter.

Inside, Chapman curled up by the fire with a bowl of bread and milk. Some stories say he read the Beatitudes to his hosts. Others just say he preached. But all accounts agree: by morning, the old man was burning with fever. Within days, he was dead.

That ragged wanderer is better known today as Johnny Appleseed, the mythic frontiersman who planted apple orchards all over the Midwest.

Historian Howard Means follows the linked stories of Chapman and the legend he became in his new book, Johnny Appleseed: The Man, the Myth, and the American Story.

Means tells All Things Considered host Noah Adams that the real Johnny Appleseed wasn't much like the slight and sluggish Disney cartoon version.

"He was a man of enormous stamina," Means says. "A man who walked across the Pennsylvania mountains in winter, who lived outdoors for 50 years, who was always afoot, who lived without any protection from either the elements or his fellow man, or Indians or bears or rattlesnakes."

Chapman is remembered, of course, for propagating apple trees. But he also helped spread a new religion: the Church of the New Jerusalem, based on the mystical teachings of scientist and philosopher Emanuel Swedenborg.

"It's a very unique take on Christianity," Means says. Swedenborg "thought he was being talked to by God through angels," who delivered to him the secret truths of the Bible. "For whatever reason, it resonated with Chapman and became the animating force of his life."

On his travels along the frontier, Chapman often carried scraps of Swedenborg's writings tucked into his hat, which he would leave with the farm families who gave him shelter.

But how did John Chapman the man become Johnny Appleseed the folk hero? Means says Chapman may have helped his own legend grow.

"I think at some point in his life, he set out to become Johnny Appleseed," Means says. "He told a lot of stories about his adventures. It's funny, isn't it —when you think of Davy Crockett 'following his legend, riding west,' Johnny Appleseed was creating his legend, walking west."

Excerpt: 'Johnny Appleseed'

Johnny Appleseed by Howard Means
 
Johnny Appleseed: The Man, the Myth, and the American Story
By Howard Means
Hardcover, 336 pages
Simon & Schuster
List Price: $26

Chapter 1: Right Fresh from Heaven

Near sunset, one day in mid-March 1845, a seventy-year-old man named John Chapman appeared at the door of a cabin along the banks of the St. Joseph River, a few miles north of Fort Wayne, Indiana. Barefoot, dressed in coarse pantaloons and a coffee sack with holes cut out for his head and arms, Chapman had walked fifteen miles that day through mixed snow and rain to repair a bramble fence that protected one of his orchards. Now, he sought a roof over his head at the home of William Worth and his family—a request readily granted. Chapman had stayed with the Worths before on those few occasions when he felt a need to be out of the weather, a little more than five weeks in all over the previous five-plus years.

Inside, as was his custom, Chapman refused a place at table, taking a bowl of bread and milk by the hearth—or maybe on the chill of the front stoop, staring at the sunset. Accounts vary. The weather might have cleared. Afterward, also a custom, he regaled his hosts with news "right fresh from heaven" in a voice that, one frontier diarist wrote, "rose denunciatory and thrilling, strong and loud as the roar of wind and waves, then soft and soothing as the balmy airs that quivered the morning-glory leaves about his gray beard."

One version of events has him reciting the Beatitudes, from the Gospel According to St. Matthew: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. ..." That could be, but for last words—and this was to be his final lucid night on earth—the Beatitudes are almost too perfect, like those morning-glory leaves fluttering in the old gray beard. More likely, Chapman expounded for the gathered Worth family on the "spiritual truths" of the Bible, its hidden codex, a subject for him of inexhaustible fascination.

John Chapman slept on the hearth, by the fire, that night. On that everyone agrees. By morning, a fever had "settled on his lungs," according to one person present, and rendered him incapable of speech. Within days, perhaps hours, he was dead, a victim of "winter plague," a catch-all diagnosis that dated back to the Middle Ages and included everything from pneumonia and influenza to the cold-weather rampages of the Black Death. Whatever carried him away, Chapman almost certainly did not suffer. The physician who pronounced him dying later said that he had never seen a man so placid in his final passage. Years afterward, Worth family members would describe the corpse as almost glowing with serenity.

That's overblown, of course, but with John Chapman—or Johnny Appleseed, as he eventually became known throughout the Old Northwest—just about everything is.

He had paddled into the Ohio wilderness in the opening years of the nineteenth century in two lashed-together canoes, a catamaran of his own design, carrying nothing but a few tools and two sacks stuffed with apple seeds. The land then teemed with danger: wolves, wild boars, and especially black rattlesnakes, known to the pioneers as massasaugas. One of the earliest farmers recorded killing two hundred of them in his first year while clearing a small prairie, roughly one every five yards. Bears, too, were bountiful. In an account of his travels along the Ohio River in 1807–1809, Fortescue Cuming tells of meeting a cattle-and-hog dealer named Buffington, who a few years earlier had killed, along with a partner, 135 black bears in only six weeks—skins had been selling for as much as ten dollars each back then. Yet according to virtually every testimony, Chapman took not a whit of precaution against such wilderness dangers, was heedless of his personal safety, would rather have been bitten by a rattler or mauled by a bear than defend himself against one.

It was a land, too, of rough men and harsh ways. British general Thomas Gage, longtime commander in chief of the Crown's North American forces, once described the frontier men and women he encountered as "a Sett of People ... near as wild as the country they go in, or the People they deal with, and by far more vicious & wicked."

This was John Chapman's world. He was part and parcel of it—adrift on the frontier with men and women at the outer edge of American civilization. Yet he appears to have glided over it all: abided by the vicious and wicked, welcomed even by the Native Americans whose land the settlers were seizing, impervious to isolation, without bodily wants or needs. It's almost as if he drew sustenance from the landscape itself, or maybe he simply absorbed the wilderness and became it, much as he absorbed the myth of Johnny Appleseed and became that, too, in his own lifetime. What the record tells us is that when Chapman was present in whatever setting—a cabin, a town, a clearing—he was a powerful and unavoidable personality. Like many fundamental loners, though, he also was a master of the disappearing act: here one minute, gone the next.

In his 1862 history of Knox County, Ohio, A. Banning Norton calls Chapman/Appleseed "the oddest character in all our history." That's a toss-up. The competition for "oddest American [anything]" grows stiffer year by year, but of the many odd characters who populate our early history, John Chapman must count among the most singular of them all—nurseryman; religious zealot; realestate dabbler; medicine man; lord of the open trail, with the stars for a roof and the moon for his night-light; pioneer capitalist; altruist; the list could go on. By tradition, he also seems to have been among the most loved Americans, too. The tributes that followed his death are said to have included this one from Sam Houston, the hero of the War for Texas Independence: "Farewell, dear old eccentric heart. ... Generations yet to come shall rise up and call you blessed."

As we'll see, there's more than a little reason to doubt whether Sam Houston ever uttered those words, whether he even knew of Chapman or Appleseed. More likely is this traditional eulogy from another much-lauded fighting man, William Tecumseh Sherman: "Johnny Appleseed's name will never be forgotten. ... We will keep his memory green, and future generations of boys and girls will love him as we, who knew him, have learned to love him." Sherman had been born and raised in Lancaster, Ohio, land that Chapman was still passing through regularly when the Scourge of the South was yet in his teens. Whether we accept the legitimacy of either eulogy, though, the hope they jointly express has been realized, at best, only in part.

John Chapman did not slip unnoticed into the afterlife. His life and death were summarized in a four-paragraph obituary in the March 22, 1845, edition of the Fort Wayne Sentinel, a lively account that runs to almost three hundred words. But Chapman lies today effectively forgotten on the cutting-room floor of the national narrative—his name almost as likely to evoke John Lennon's murderer (Mark David Chapman) as it is to bring to mind the true source of that memory Sherman vowed would be ever green.

Johnny Appleseed, of course, does live on, but less as a whole person than as a barometer of the ever-shifting American ideal: by turns a pacifist (extolled by at least one and perhaps two of the most renowned fighting men of the nineteenth century), the White Noble Savage (so remembered long after the Red Savages themselves had been driven from the land), a children's book simpleton, a frontier bootlegger in the fanciful interpretation of Michael Pollan, patron saint of everything from cannabis to evangelical environmentalism and creation care—everything, that is, but the flesh-and-blood man he really was.

Excerpted from Johnny Appleseed by Howard Means. Copyright 2011 by Howard Means. Excerpted by permission of Simon & Schuster. All rights reserved.

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