[jpshare]Joe Attien was a Maine guide, logger and Penobscot chief who died in a logging accident. It probably wouldn't have happened if his skilled crew hadn't been off partying on the Fourth of July.
Logging season usually ended around Independence Day, and loggers on the Penobscot River usually spent their wages raising hell in the Devil's Half Acre in Bangor, Maine.
But in 1870, the logging season ran long, and Attien was stuck with an inexperienced skeleton crew to drive the last of the logs down the Penobscot.
Maine Guide, Logger, Chief
He was a good looking Indian, twenty-four years old, apparently of unmixed blood, short and stout, with a broad face and reddish complexion, and eyes, methinks, narrower and more turned up at the outer corners than ours, answering to the description of his race. Besides his under clothing, he wore a red flannel shirt, woolen pants, and a black Kossuth hat, the ordinary dress of the lumberman, and, to a considerable extent, of the Penobscot Indian..
Joe Attien was more than a stereotypical Indian, though. He was the last hereditary chief, or governor, of the Penobscot Nation and the first to be elected. Born on Christmas Day, 1829, he grew up when the tribe had illegally ceded most of its land to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and the State of Maine. Like many of the Penobscot men, he earned seasonal wages working as a Maine guide and a logger.
On July 4, 1870, Joe Attien was leading a team of log drivers down the Penobscot River in a bateau. Some of the experienced loggers were in Bangor, celebrating Independence Day. Attien and his crew had to drive the last of the logs down the river.
Attien's bowman was inexperienced and unskilled. They shoved off on the West Branch of the Penobscot, and the bowman ccouldn't get the bateau in position to run the rapids. They struck a rock sideways and the boat began to break apart. Some swam for the shore while others clung to the boat. Attien stayed behind to rescue the men who clung to it. He was desperately trying to save their lives when the bateau plunged over Grand Pitch Falls.
Folklorist Fanny Hardy Eckstorm had known Joe Attien since she was an infant, and she wrote about his death in a collection of stories called Penobscot Man.
He was not only brave but good, an open-hearted, patient, forbearing sort of a man, renowned for his courage and skill in handling a boat, but loved for his mild justness.