Episode 3: The Woman who Fought Bears and Smallpox

Women have a funny way of being left out of the history books. Whether it's due to lack of opportunity, or having their contributions downplayed by the the men in their lives, it's hard to say. What we do know is that Marie-Henriette "Granny" Ross never had the opportunity to be downplayed by her husbands, because they had the pesky habit of dying within a fortnight of the wedding. For a woman who became a folklore hero for healing the sick and keeping people generally not-dead, Granny had a horrible track record of keeping her husbands alive. Apparently knowing how to swim wasn't high on the priority list of early settlers to the waterlogged New World of Île Royale. But I'm getting ahead of myself. If I'm to tell the story of the medical trailblazer "Granny" Ross right, I have to go to the beginning, all the way back to her parents in Acadia.

Living as an Acadien in the 18th century is regularly described by historians as "a rough go." Along with the daily challenges of snowstorms, bears, and a complete lack of modern infrastructure, the Acadiens had to deal with periodically and abruptly getting shipped back to Europe for reasons beyond their control. Granny Ross's parents were two of these Acadiens kicked out of Canada during The Great Expulsion between 1755-1764, during which Acadien refugees experienced a 53% fatality rate.

Wait.....what? How have I not heard about this? I realize most of my education was in America, but when half of your political refugees die in deportation, you're either doing something very wrong, or just don't care about doing something right.  Of the 3,100 Acadiens deported after the fall of Louisbourg in 1758, an estimated 1,649 died of drowning or disease. The middle passage of slaves only experienc
ed an estimated mortality rate of 15%. The British treated the French worse than slaves? Wow. I'm not in the business of comparing historical atrocities, but..... ew.

One of the worst cases of "Winners Rule, Losers Drool" in history.

Marie-Henriette LeJeune was born a short time after as a political refugee in Rochefort, France. In 1771, when Marie-Henriette LeJeune was 9 years old, the family returned to Atlantic Canada, only to be deported again in 1778. Now we cannot be sure whether the LeJeune family really loved Atlantic Canada, or really hated France, but like some sort of overly persistent  boomerang, the family returned to the New World, after having their land, money, and livestock stolen by the  British Crown twice already. The British, who didn't have the time or energy to keep shipping the LeJeunes back to France, reluctantly allowed them to stay.

Once arriving in the New World for the second time (third for her parents) Marie-Henriette LeJeune's first marriage ended abruptly, when her first husband, thirty-seven years her senior, promptly drowned. Marie became a widow at 22. Not one to dilly-dally, Marie-Henriette then married her first cousin at a time when it was totally cool to do that sort of thing. Shortly after the wedding, he also drowned. Marie-Henriette was a double-widow at 25. Is being a "double-widow" a thing? At this point, you would think Marie-Henriette was running out of live suitor options, but she remarried at 26 to a Protestant Scottish soldier, James Ross, and settled in Little Bras d'Or.

Now I'm not sure you've heard about the whole "Protestant/Catholic Thing," but it used to be a pretty serious deal. For a French Roman Catholic with a Mi'kmaw Grandmother to marry a Scottish Protestant soldier from America was considered to be a wild and wacky arrangement in the 1700's. It created the kind of multiculturalism you can usually only find at a Farmer's Market buffet. But it was precisely this unusual collision of civilizations that made Marie-Henriette the pioneer healer she's famous for. The very reason I'm writing about her today.

She mixed Mi'kmaw traditional medicine with modern European practices to create teas, poultices, and salves to heal people. She walked miles from her home in Little Bras d'Or to her French, Gaelic, English, and Mi'kmaw neighbors to deliver babies, aid the sick, and comfort the dying. See, Marie-Henriette was a midwife, who healed people, as opposed to doctors of the time, who didn't leave the university and just bled people to death while taking notes. But it wasn't until a smallpox epidemic hit Little Bras d'Or did Marie-Henriette Ross go from a neighborhood midwife to the local folk hero, Granny Ross.

This is not modern art. This crap will ruin your day.

A note on Smallpox:

Smallpox sucks. It can be transmitted through the air, which blows because air is pretty much everywhere. If you're ill-fated enough to catch smallpox, you experience a fever, vomiting, and rashes over your entire body. A few days later, red spots appear all over you, and then start leaking pus everywhere. If you're lucky, scabs form over the pus craters, eventually fall off, and leave deep, pitted scars in their place. If you're unlucky, you'll be part of the 30% of people that die within the first two weeks of the infection. 300-500 million people died this way in the 20th century alone. You probably won't catch it though, because in one of the greatest scientific achievements of mankind, humanity collectively eradicated smallpox off the face of the Earth, except for a few random vials in the National Institute of Health's storage room. Seriously.

With this in mind, you would think Marie-Henriette would have said "nope!" turned around and gone home the second she heard there was a smallpox outbreak in Little Bras d'Or, which is precisely what she did. Except she added the bizarre step of inviting every diseased person in town to follow her like some sort of deranged Pied Piper. She put every infected individual in her cabin and cared for them at night, while taking their pus to inoculate townspeople during the day.

Of all the achievements of "Granny" Ross, one that is rarely noted is her powers of persuasion, which I think is a shame. You've heard the old saying "He could sell ice to an Eskimo?" I think they should change it to "She could convince people to cut themselves open and insert diseased pus into their otherwise healthy bodies." In the 1700's inoculation was not a common practice in larger European cities, let alone the backwoods of Little Bras d'Or. Leading medical minds of the time didn't even know why it worked. It just did. Granny Ross's practice of quarantining and inoculating a deadly outbreak is practically the same response we have today. The fact that the people of Little Bras d'Or were getting more modern medical care in the 18th century than people in Rome or Paris is a testament to Granny Ross's ability to keep people alive. 

People let her do this, and they didn't know why.....what?

Not impressed by a midwife curing a deadly epidemic? How's about fighting bears? In Granny Ross's constant struggle to keep everyone not-dead, menacing bears occasionally stopped by to rain on her parade. Lucky for us, Granny Ross knew how to use a shotgun, and dispatched one such bear. Still not impressed? Neither was Granny Ross, apparently. It seemed Granny's first bear dispatching adventure needed a bit more challenge to it, so when a second bear choose to ruin Granny's day, she killed it with a shovel. You know, to make a point.

Granny Ross moved from Little Bras d'Or in about 1802, becoming one of the first settlers in the Northeast Margaree River  valley. Other people, who valued things like health and medical care, soon followed and increased settlement in the area. Granny Ross spent the rest of her life trekking up to 100 kilometers to deliver our great, great, great, great grandparents, and making doctors look incompetent. James Ross died in 1825, outliving most of Granny's other husbands by multiple factors. She went blind later in life but that didn't stop her. She got her children and grandchildren to cart her around on a sled in the wintertime and a wheelbarrow in the summertime to deliver babies all over the island. 

I asked my dad if you can deliver a baby blind. He was an obstetrician and said "As a rule I wouldn't, but oh yeah. Wouldn't be hard." He seemed a bit too nonchalant about it, if you ask me. 

Granny Ross died in 1860, at the age of 96, at a time when most people didn't get past childbirth. She had somewhere between 2 and 11 children, which throws the whole story into question if they can't get that right. In the end, it's hard to say what was true and what wasn't about Granny Ross. It's folklore mixed with fact mixed with fiction, but we do know it's an awesome story about saving lives and killing bears. Just take it all with an adequate sized grain of salt.

That grain of salt seems adequate.

To this day, on foggy, quiet nights in the Margaree River valley, some say you can still see an old woman being pushed along in a wheelbarrow, on her eternal journey to heal the sick...

Just kidding. Ghosts are dumb.

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Lynn Hussey Follow Me
Great story!!
Rory Andrews My Post Follow Me
Thanks Lynn. This was one of those topics I could have written much more on, but had to hold myself back. I could talk Smallpox all day!
Lynn Hussey Follow Me
You GO Guy! LoL
Shauna Winters Follow Me
Well you've Out-Done yourself Rory. I have heard a similar story of our granny Ross! The story goes the first two husbands died from food poisoning! Her third husband died from a concussion. Apparently he wouldn't eat her mushroom soup....just sayin.
Mathew Georghiou Follow Me
Oh my ... I guess the poison didn't get the third guy and he needed some persuading.
Alan Ross Follow Me
Thanks Rory Andrews for your article on "Granny Ross". She was my 3rd Great Grandmother. Marie-Henriette LeJeune Ross along with her husband James Ross, settled in Northeast Margaree in 1800. James Ross (Private) of William Cunningham's Company, the 76th Highland Regiment of Foot was discharged from New York following the end of the Revolutionary War, and made his way with other soldiers to mainland Nova Scotia, and eventually marrying Marie-Henriette LeJeune and settling in Little Bras D'or Cape Breton. So although coming from "America", his roots were in Scotland, being born in 1757 in Ireland to a Scottish soldier John Ross b. 1732 and his wife Rebecca Jane (Cross) Ross b. 1736. Married in 1756, John and Rebecca Jane Ross had three other children beside James. William b. 1768 Ireland, Edmund b. 1770 Hants County, NS, David b. 1772 Hants County, NS. All brothers ended up settling in NE beginning with James and Marie-Henriette in 1800. Thanks again for your article, much of which we knew about. I'd be interested in where you researched for your article, and would welcome any comments from you or others. BTW, James Ross's grave is on his original land grand (farm) in NE Margaree. A monument erected not far away, tells of other Ross families who also settled in the area. Erected following a "Ross Reunion" in 2000, celebrating and remembering all the Ross's.
Rory Andrews My Post Follow Me
Hey Alan, Thanks for reading, and when it comes to researching Granny Ross, you literally know more than the entirety of the internet combined. Here are some of the sources I used for the article: http://women.gov.ns.ca/sites/default/files/documents/NS9/NovaScotiaNine_GrannyRoss_WEB.pdf http://maryswritingnook.blogspot.ca/2008/10/granny-ross-leader-in-history.html https://www.collectionscanada.gc.ca/women/030001-1413-e.html http://www.biographi.ca/en/bio/lejeune_marie_henriette_8E.html I also used a number of sources for The Great Expulsion and Smallpox, and my girlfriend is getting her Master's in History, with a concentration in Medicine, which helped. All in all, it doesn't seem like many people wrote things down back then, and I came across a lot of information that was contradictory. I had to stay somewhat vague at times about where she was and when, because different sources had her buzzing around all of Atlantic Canada. I had to write it though. Granny Ross was rad. Way to have a rad 3rd Great Grandmother, Alan.
Marg MacNeil Follow Me
Thanks Rory for this info. Just learning about my grandmothers ancestors who happen to be the Le Jeune's from Little Bras D'Or. So this was a very pleasant surprise this morning. I also am interested where you researched this info.
Martha Ross Follow Me
She was an amazing woman....(no direct relationship to me).....
Heather Heringotn Follow Me
Rory, great job, you are hilarious! Makes me want to move back to Cape Breton tomorrow! I have been interested in Granny Ross since I homesteaded in Forest Glen near Margaree. I just played my Cape Breton character here in Los Angeles, having her great x many grandmother be Granny Ross. So fun.

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