In 1858, a 138-foot long, 385-ton wooden brig called the
Black Hawk, built by Stevens and Presley of Ohio City, sailed from Detroit,
Michigan to Liverpool, England, laden with very strange cargo. Down in the
hold, stowed away among the 19,000 bushels of corn and padded parcels of
stained glass, there was a barrel containing the pickled corpse of something
truly terrifying.
Before I relate just what that thing was, let me take you
back 242 years in time and 3,600 miles away in space to the days of the early settlers
in Detroit, Michigan. In June 1763, British Captain James Dalyell and 58 of his
officers were followed near the banks of Detroit River by a small, misshapen
crimson-clad figure with penetrating eyes, a large fanged mouth, and a hideous
scarlet face.
Several soldiers shot at the weird looking figure. An old
trapper warned Captain Dalyell and his men that they were being stalked by what
the French settlers called the “Nain Rouge”, the Red Gnome, a sinister
supernatural entity whose appearance foretold misfortune and death.
Sure enough, shortly after seeing the crimson dwarf, Captain
Dalyell and his soldiers were ambushed and massacred by the Indian Chief,
Pontiac, and the blood of the slain turned the tributary of the Detroit River
red for days.
Decades earlier, the founder of Detroit, Antoine de la Mothe
Cadillac, was also unlucky enough to see the Red Gnome, and soon lost his vast
fortune and political standing. The diminutive omen of impending misfortune and
death was seen again in 1801, shortly before the wooden city of Detroit was
destroyed by a fire. Then, in the War of 1812, the Nain Rouge was seen prowling
about in fog by many witnesses, including General William Hull, who was forced
to handover Detroit to the British troops days later.
Around the end of 1857, there was a rumour that two hunters
had killed the Red Gnome in a forest. They had shot him several times and fixed
him to a tree with their bayonets to prevent his escape, and the body had been
exhibited and packed in salt.
The superstitious people of the colony arranged for the
monstrosity to be burnt, for there was a widespread fear it would return to
life, and a bonfire was built in a clearing, but someone approached the men who
had killed the strange creature, and purchased it for an undisclosed sum.
A collector of oddities in Liverpool, England, arranged for
the Red Gnome’s cadaver to be shipped to the home of warehouse keeper Michael
Connolly, at 25 Clarence Street, Everton. The Black Hawk brig brought the
curious cargo to Liverpool Docks, and the small cask was delivered, to the
wrong Clarence Street. There were three streets of that name in the city at the
time, and instead of going to Everton, it was delivered to the home of Abraham
Harris, a jeweler living at 25 Clarence Street in the city centre. A servant
signed for the cask, and Mr. Harris was horrified when he saw the grotesque
little man, pickled in brine in the barrel. The cask was stored in the cellar,
and in the evening when the jeweller went down to show a colleague the terrifying
corpse, they found the barrel empty and its lid lying on the floor.
The evil-looking creature was never seen again. Had someone
stolen the Red Gnome, or was the real explanation much more sinister?
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