In 1845, something happened in Clarksville, Tennessee, that resulted in a piece in the June 10 issue of the Clarksville Weekly Chronicle that was reprinted in periodicals across the United States, often under titles containing variations of the word “strange.” In brief, “A Strange Adventure” involves a young person from what appears to have been a prominent family near Nashville, Tennessee, moving to Clarksville as a young man named Aaron Brown and then being identified as female before being taken away by a family member.
It’s an interesting piece in a lot of ways. It’s about gender in mid-nineteenth century America and how it was perceived. It gives us a glimpse of what appears to be a dysfunctional family. And it stumbles down the very well-worn path of asserting that reading novels could cause women to lose their minds.
Stylistically, the article wobbles from a clickbaity opening to a tsking close. The introduction by the Chronicle’s editors protests that they have only the best intentions in drawing public attention to the incident, publishing the piece “not to gratify any inordinate thirst for the novel and exciting, but rather to vindicate the name and protect the feelings of a respectable family. Reports, alike prejudicial and unfounded, have probably gone out, which may be best contradicted by an authentic statement of facts as they transpired.”
It’s an interesting performance. A paragraph of psychological analysis is followed by Aaron’s entrance into Clarksville and an editorial shift to jokiness, as the “personage in the garb of a man” is described in terms often employed to refer to young women: “[d]ark flowing locks, lustrous and languid black eyes, and sunny smiles dimpling upon the cheek”. Pronouns are emphasized by italics and used as wisecracks. Aaron’s ignorance that Aaron Brown was a prominent politician (having served Tennessee in the United States House of Representatives, Aaron V. Brown was then running for governor of Tennessee) is played for chuckles; and the attempt to find work as a tailor is a source of mockery: Aaron is incompetent, as a tailor and—because townspeople identified Aaron as female from the beginning—as a young man. Why doesn’t Aaron remove the jacket? Probably because body shape would be revealed. Why not sit on the bench? Tailors sat cross-legged at that time, a posture that wouldn’t have been habitual with Aaron, who thus would have been exposed as not an actual tailor; also, body shape could have been revealed. Aaron’s inability to handle the heavy fabric from which men’s suits were made is more probably due to a lack of experience in tailoring; the assumption that it was similar to shirt-making may have been a common one.
Having stereotyped Aaron’s feminine aspects, the author then stereotypes the pursuing father, who is presented as the long-suffering patriarch of melodrama; and Aaron becomes an ingrate, spouting defiance in a note and hiding from a loving father. The family’s respectability is emphasized; Aaron’s willfulness is thus reinforced. That the father is so readily recognized as “a highly respectable old gentleman residing near Nashville” hints that the family is prominent—and thereby steers public attention onto every prominent family near Nashville.
By now the authorial jokiness has shifted to ambivalence. Aaron’s story has inspired a citizen of Clarksville to become a protector, hiding Aaron from pursuers, and the author of the piece has stopped mocking. After Aaron is captured, the author shifts to presenting Aaron as insane, assuming that the father will take Aaron to a lunatic asylum. A paragraph sympathizes with the father and his “darling child,” so “passionate” about reading novels that it harms a family; and we’ve circled back to the theme of the first paragraph.
The piece was reprinted with variable accuracy in newspapers across the United States. The Schenectady Reflector ([Schenectady, New York] 4 July 1845; p. 1) was an early adopter, reprinting (most of) it as “Truth Stranger Than Fiction”—in keeping with the underlying theme of the effect of fiction on the female mind. The editor of the Reflector added punctuation, dropped a sentence, has Aaron arriving on the May 20 instead of May 29, and has curiosity on alert and gossip on tiptoe, instead of the other way around. The Cincinnati Weekly Herald and Philanthropist ([Cincinnati, Ohio] 9 July 1845; p. 2) included a more accurate reprint of the Chronicle’s story.
It’s an interesting story leaving a reader with a lot of unanswered questions. What was going on in the family home, that inspired Aaron to flee? Whatever it was, a mere description of it persuaded a family to hide Aaron and fend off pursuers; and the father knew that the only way to get Aaron to come with him was to promise that the two wouldn’t be going home. Who was Aaron? a transman attempting to shape a new life? a young woman trying to escape something in her home life and traveling as a man for safety?
And, of course, did the incident actually happen? Perhaps: women have lived as men in every society, because they found it more freeing; because they found it safer; because they knew that they were structurally women, but actually men. That the piece appeared in a newspaper doesn’t imply that the write-up was truthful. Antebellum newspapers weren’t expected to be filled only with news and advertisements; even four-page, weekly newspapers were basically advertising circulars sprinkled with news and entertaining reading. “A Strange Adventure” is entertaining and gossipy and sort of newsy—a combination that other editors appreciated and reprinted, probably without caring whether it happened or not.
“A Strange Adventure” (from Clarksville Weekly Chronicle [Clarksville, Tennessee] 10 June 1845; p. 2)
The following article is published,
not to gratify any inordinate thirst for the
novel and the exciting, but rather to
vindicate the name and protect the feelings of
a respectable family. Reports alike
prejudicial and unfounded, have probably gone
out, which may be best counteracted by an
authentic statement of facts as they
transpired.
[Communicated.
A STRANGE ADVENTURE.
The human mind in some of its wilder moods
exhibits at times mysteries more curous [sic] than all the
phenomena of the physical world.—Strange adventures;
wild and fantastic fancies; plans and purposes
mysterious; and motives only known to the heart
that conceives them.—Woe unto those who, without
the helm of reason are drifted upon the surges
of human action, as prey for romance, speculation and
novelty.
On Thursday, 29th ult., a mild and interesting
personage, in the garb of a man, alighted from the
stage in this place, and in ten minutes was seeking
employment among the tailors. The feminine
appearance, soft sweet voice, and extremely delicate
features of this individual led every one to suppose that
it was a female. A tidy frock coat, always buttoned,
a chapeau gracefully worn, and tidy boots and
trowsers adorned the person of this mysterious visitor.
Darkly flowing locks, lustrous and languid black
eyes, and sunny smiles dimpling upon the cheek,
marked this personage as a very handsome and
interes[ti]ng young gentleman and the knowing ones said it
was a girl (as in fact she was.) She reported herself
as having come from Norfolk, Virginia. When
conversed with by those familiar with Virginia she
evinced a perfect familiarity with the geography and
scenes of that State. Every village, every hamlet,
every thing remarkable in the different roads from
Norfolk she remembered and detailed. Her name
was Aaron Brown. ‘That,’ said her landlord to her[,]
‘is the name of our candidate for Governor.[’] [‘]Well,’
she replied, ‘I don’t know but I may be a candidate
too, some day.’ She claimed to be a tailor, and on
Saturdy [sic] Mr. L. gave her employment in his shop.
She would not pull off her coat, as she was subject
to rheumatism—she would not sit upon the tailor’s
bench, it was so uncomfortable;—she could not sew
on tailors work at all, well, but when something
thin and light was given her, she proved herself at
home.—She could make shirts very well, had made
the one she wore, her mother had taught it to him.
She was discovered to blush at each uncouth expression
uttered in her presence, and shrunk from each
familiar approach. Curiosity was on tip-toe; gossip was
on the alert & he or she, as this interesting visitor was
promiscuously styled, became quite a hero or heroine.
On Saturday morning and [sic] old gentleman, with sad
and care-worn features, alighted at the Native American
Hotel. He was her father, and happened, as if
guided by some invisible friend, to put up where his
daughter was staying. They met, but he did not
recognize his daughter. She paused at a gentleman’s
gate, stepped in, and politely asked for the kind
favor of a pen and ink to write a note. In a few
moments her distressed old father received the following:—
“I am in this place, I have seen you, but despair of
finding me. I will elude you.—Farewell for ever,
Your Daughter.”
Her father was recognized to be a highly respectable
old gentleman, residing near Nashville. Every
one was touched with sympathy at his apparent
suffering and distress, and all were anxious to assist
him in reclaiming his wayward daughter.
After a various and unsuccessful search on
Sunday evening, it was at length ascertained where she
was concealed, and a few gentlemen repaired to the
house, but the person who was concealing the object
of their search resisted their entrance and refused to
give her up.—They returned, and having obtained a
process of law, repaired again to the house. It seems
that this new friend and his wife had heard her story,
and became interested in behalf of the poor unfortunate
wanderer thus pursued. A slight scuffle ensued,
which fortunately resulted in injury to no one, and
she was taken captive, but not until she had attemped
to draw a bowie knife with which she had been provided,
for her defence. In a moment she was in her father’s
arms and fell upon his neck, weeping bitterly, but
declared that she would not go home. He then
promised her that he would not take her home, but
would carry her to a place which he had selected,
(we suppose it to be the Lunatic Asylum,) and she
consented to go with him. It only remained to
provide for her a more suitable dress, and those unhappy
visitors who had excited so intense an interest,
departed upon their journey at the dead hour of the
night.
The father of this unfortunate female evinced for
her the deepest and most tender feeling.—Why should
he not? She was, and had ever been, a darling child.
He could not he said, believe her conduct criminal, nor
did any one else. She had been from childhood,
affectionate, and dutiful, and exemplary in conduct. He
had discovered for many days before she left home,
a certain degree of melancholy upon her. She had
long been passionately fond of reading Novels, and the
passion had grown upon her until she deserted every
other employment.—Some vision of romance had flitted
before the eyes of this unhappy girl, and alast! [sic] she
pursued it until she had nearly ruined herself and
broken the hearts of a doating family.