Somewhat unjustly, William Henry Harrison is remembered by history for two things: that he died only one month after being sworn in as president, and that he ran the first modern campaign for that office, complete with the mindless slogan “Tippecanoe and Tyler Too.”
Most military heroes who ride their exploits into higher office do so not long after the war that made them famous. After all, people have short memories and new idols come along every day. Yet Harrison had to wait a whopping thirty years after Tippecanoe before his successful campaign and doomed presidency. What happened? What took so long?
As we saw in the last post, Harrison’s “victory” at Tippecanoe in 1811 propelled him to fame and popularity in the western United States, which was thirsting for a war with Great Britain that would extinguish the British and Indian threat to westward expansion. So when war did arrive the following year, Harrison was appointed commander-in-chief for the Army of the Northwest. His first task was to round up enough troops to rush to the aid of Detroit, a small but critical garrison on the Great Lakes that had been surrendered to British forces in August without a shot (the fort’s commander, William Hull, was court-martialed and sentenced to death for his failure, a sentence that was later commuted).
Now age 40, Harrison was no Hull. He was aggressive, decisive, and extremely popular with his men. As one Kentuckian wrote, “Harrison, with a look, can awe and convince.” Although short of food, clothing, equipment, weapons, and ammunition, he left Cincinnati in September 1812 with 3000 men and immediately began to lay waste to the countryside, burning Indian villages, destroying crops, and desecrating graveyards. Harrison’s troops made no distinction between tribes at war with the United States and those who had attempted to remain neutral.
But these early successes were fleeting. With short rations and a long supply line, morale began to break down in spite of Harrison’s actorly abilities. And as the troops reached Michigan, they found themselves mired in frigid winter rains. By the time he reached a planned base at the Upper Sandusky, Harrison had lost a thousand horses (worth over $6 million in today’s dollars) and tons of abandoned supplies. Forced to act as beasts of burden in place of the horses, men were suffering from exhaustion and frostbite.
In January 1813 came one of the worst disasters in the history of the United States military, and Harrison, though only 65 miles away, was powerless to prevent it. Harrison’s second-in-command, a kindly and sedentary Revolutionary War veteran named James Winchester, had suffered bruised feelings over being placed in a subordinate position to the younger political general. Now he saw an opportunity to redeem his reputation by attacking the British and Indians at Frenchtown south of Detroit. Harrison immediately recognized the folly of Winchester’s idea and personally attempted to ride to stop him; when his horse fell through the ice in a frozen swamp, he forged on on foot through the night.
But it was too late. After initial success in chasing British forces across the River Raisin, Winchester’s forces found themselves trapped in a nightmarish counterattack. The Battle of the River Raisin was one of the worst defeats ever suffered by the United States Army. Seven hundred men were taken prisoner. Two hundred men were killed or wounded, with the wounded men then tomahawked or set on fire by the Indian victors, who warned the civilian survivors that anyone who touched the “Harrison men” would meet the same fate. Only 33 escaped to tell the tale. The sight of the frozen corpses scattered around Frenchtown was searing and unforgettable, and any hopes of an early, easy victory in the West were doomed.
Harrison was sick about what happened at the River Raisin, and for the rest of the war, it made him a cautious commander. That spring, Harrison and 1200 men settled in for a long British siege at Fort Meigs (present-day Perrysburg, Ohio). The truth was that Harrison could not afford another disastrous adventure with the Indians. A defeat at Fort Meigs would not only open the Ohio country for an Indian war such as hadn’t been seen since Fallen Timbers, it would destroy the frantic American effort to build a naval force on Lake Erie to defeat the British and seize control of the Great Lakes.
Harrison constructed a set of earthworks at the fort that enabled the men to spend most of their time underground, to the great frustration of his long-time nemesis, Tecumseh, who wanted the general to come out and fight like a man. Though Harrison held the line (resulting in the great victory by Commodore Oliver Perry in September 1813 that led to the recovery of Detroit), the campaign was marked by another massacre of impetuous Kentucky troops who recklessly engaged the Indians against Harrison’s orders.
Harrison’s last hurrah in the war came shortly after Perry’s great victory. Like Fallen Timbers, the Battle of the Thames is a much-neglected turning point in American history. Once Harrison received word of Perry’s victory (“We have met the enemy and he is ours”) he marched on Detroit. Disgusted with his British allies and alarmed at the realization that the Indians were about to be abandoned to the Americans, Tecumseh did everything he could to slow the British retreat into Canada and force a showdown.
It came near Moraviantown in Ontario. Spurred on by cries of “Remember the River Raisin,” Harrison’s 3500 troops fell upon the enemy (about 800 British and 500 Indian). The demoralized British folded quickly, but hand-to-hand combat with the Indians was fierce. In the end, though, the outcome was decisive. Detroit was recaptured and the Americans reestablished control over the entire Northwest frontier. Tecumseh was killed, and with him the last spark of Indian resistance in the territory was crushed. Harrison is said to have been sickened by the desecration of Tecumseh’s corpse.
Surprisingly enough — probably most surprising of all to Harrison — the victory did not lead to the White House or anything like it, for a long, long time. In fact, within months, Harrison was forced to resign as major-general, the result of a falling-out with Secretary of War John Armstrong, who hated Harrison, nit-picked his decisions relentlessly, and encouraged outrageous and false rumors that Harrison had not behaved courageously during the battle. As his biographer Robert Owens writes, Harrison was extremely bitter about the resignation: “His was the burning rage of the aristocrat whose honor had been repeatedly and wantonly slighted. It was probably best for Armstrong that the general did not believe in dueling.”
He did, however, believe in self-preservation, thus avoiding the stunning fall from grace that afflicted George Rogers Clark and engulfed Meriwether Lewis at the end of his life. However, being out of the limelight allowed others to step in — most notably, Andrew Jackson, whose smashing victory at the Battle of New Orleans filled Americans with wild pride at the close of the war.
Readjustment to ordinary political life could not have been easy for Harrison. Between 1816-1828 — years that coincided with the rise and domination of Andrew Jackson in national politics — he ran for and held various offices, while running his estate in North Bend, Ohio, near Cincinnati. He served in the U.S. House and the Ohio state senate, ran unsuccessfully for governor of Ohio, and in 1824 was elected to the United States Senate. In 1828, President John Quincy Adams appointed him United States minister to Columbia, a post that required an arduous journey of many weeks to Bogota, then one of the most remote capitols in the world.
Harrison had been in Bogota about six months when he received shocking news. He was being recalled by the new president, who was none other than Andrew Jackson. Historians note that the recall was protested not only by numerous allies of Harrison’s, but by Secretary of State Martin Van Buren. But Jackson was adamant that no appointee of the hated Adams was going to represent him in South America — much less a military man and potential rival. Postmaster general William T. Barry recalled telling Jackson that if he had seen Harrison at the Battle of the Thames, he would leave him where he was. Jackson replied with satisfaction, “I reckon you may be right, but thank God I didn’t see him there.”
Jackson refused to send a naval vessel to bring Harrison back to the United States, and the general spent a good nine months making his way back home. By now 56 years old, he returned home to Cincinnati and, it seemed, permanent retirement. After all, he was obviously persona non grata to the Jackson administration. But Harrison had a few more tricks up his sleeve.
In 1836, Jackson was leaving office, and the Whig party turned to Harrison as a leading candidate to replace him. The complicated politics of the campaign are too tedious to relate here, but suffice to say that the thin, wiry 63-year-old rose to the challenge like an old boxer to the bell. Departing entirely from the convention of the day, Harrison barnstormed the country, speaking everywhere, even hosting an enormous party of the grounds of the Tippecanoe battlefield itself. He literally pioneered modern campaigning, blanketing battleground states with newspaper advertisements calling himself “The People’s Candidate” and ”Farmer Harrison.”
It was a little too late before the Whigs realized what they had in Harrison. They split up their support among the regions of the country, and delivered the election to Jackson’s hand-picked successor, Van Buren. But Harrison carried Ohio, Indiana, Kentucky, Vermont, New Jersey, Delaware, and Maryland. He was clearly the front-runner for 1840, especially after the economic collapse of 1837 more or less strangled Van Buren’s presidency in the cradle.
John Quincy Adams would later call the campaign of 1840 “the Harrison whirlwind.” American life, especially in the west where Harrison had spent his entire adult life, was still a hard and often bitter existence, especially in this time of economic hardship. Harrison, that Reagan-esque actorly figure, had prepared his whole life for what the people needed. They needed glee clubs. They needed brass bands. They needed parades and buttons and badges and lanterns and shouting and banners and barbeques. They needed TIPPECANOE AND TYLER TOO.
With so much at stake, the campaign of 1840 was one of the most bitterly partisan in American history. The Democrats made a tremendous blunder (one not atypical for the party even today), when they attacked Harrison by staying that if he were given a pension and a jug of hard cider, he would be content to stay home in North Bend in his log cabin. Since most people in the country either lived in a log cabin or had grown up in one, the Harrison forces gleefully pounced on the error, blanketing the countryside with images of a humble log cabin with a coonskin nailed to the wall and a barrel of hard cider being served up by old General Harrison hisself.
Harrison — scion of Berkeley, son of a signer of the Declaration of Independence — was now a man of the people, assailing Van Buren (son of a tavern keeper and the only president to speak English as a second language) as an extravagant wastrel who spent the people’s hard-earned shekels on French china, fancy curtains, and fresh roses delivered daily to the White House. Or as one number from the campaign song book had it, “Van-Van-Van, Van is a used up man!”
The country had never seen anything like it. At the battlefield at Tippecanoe, some 60,000 people gathered. Routinely around the country, Harrison rallies drew 10,000 to 12,000 attendees, whether the general could attend or not. At Dayton, Harrison addressed an estimated “ten acres” of spectators. On a procession from Cincinnati to old Fort Meigs, he addressed 35,000 people. These numbers are the more astounding considering the population of the United States was then only 17 million (as opposed to 308 million today).
Harrison won by a landslide. Everyone knows what happened next. By the time he made it to his inauguration, Harrison was completely worn out. He spoke that day bareheaded in the snow. His feet got wet. Now 68 years old, he caught a cold. His doctors swung into action, bleeding him, blistering him, feeding him calomel and laudanum, ipacac, castor oil, even “seneca” (pure Pennsylvania petroleum). They rubbed him with mercury. It is little wonder that after a month of such treatment, the old man expired on April 4, 1841.
With his death, Harrison passed into history as a punchline, his achievements destined to be forgotten by the country he served for 50 years. We really enjoyed learning about Harrison for The Fairest Portion of the Globe. This amazing character is truly one of the forgotten giants of American history.

















This was a wonderful post. I’ve always heard his campaign slogan but never knew where it came from. It makes Harrison so much more than that pitiful president who only lasted a month.–Hart
Thank you so much!
Very interesting. I knew nothing about WHH until today.
I spent a year and a day at Ft Meigs during it’s reconstruction in 2001-2002. During research about what went on there I came away with the distinct impression that Harrison was very much liked and respected by his men. Likewise the life of every soldier was of paramount importance to the General although the actions of the Kentucky militia whose ill-conceived tactics outside the fort Harrison would find particularly maddening as they constantly seemed to confuse “ardor for valor” while charging headlong into one disaster after another. Inside the fort troops under his direct command seemed to garner his constant attention. Colonel Alexander Bourne relates that during a particularly horrific episode of the May 1813 siege he marched a small guard across the parade instead of following the shelter of the traverses erected for just that purpose. Harrison who was not far off became very angry and commanded in a loud voice to order the men to run and cursed Bourne personally in the most horrid manner for exposing his men in that way. As Harrison had personally insulted him before the principal officers of the army Bourne came close to throwing his sword at the General’s feet and allow him to arrest him forth with but soon thought better. Instead he sheathed his sword and deliberately marched over the same ground he had just crossed, expecting to be arrested at any moment for his blatant insubordination.
Early the next morning Bourne saw Harrison and his entourage approaching his location, that he had come to arrest Bourne personally instead of sending an officer to accomplish the task. As he neared Harrison greeted Bourne “good morning adjutant” to which Bourne answered “good morning General, I hope you are very well”. Harrison then ordered Bourne to reconnoiter a supposed partially constructed gun battery west of the fort. Doing so and not finding evidence of a battery or even sign of any intention to build one he reported his findings to the General and apparently laid to rest forever the unpleasant occurrence of the previous evening.
Bourne went on to say that the general was very sensitive on the subject of exposing his men and lamented that any were killed or wounded. Some thought he was a little defective in personal courage, a claim that Bourne knew to be false. “I saw him several times expose his person more than any Commander-in-Chief ought to” He believed Harrison to be naturally brave as his bravery was more than conspicuous in Wayne’s battle with the Indians in 1794.
It is unfortunate that Harrison’s eventual demise has become punch line-like and I’m as guilty as any when introducing Harrison in presentations I have given on Ft Meigs. At the same time I can’t help but wonder what the map of the United States would look like were it not for the likes of Harrison.
Bill Pickard
Great information, Bill. I think the United States would look very different indeed if not for Harrison. He is an extremely underrated American. I wish he hadn’t died the way that he did, or that he’d never become president, so that his pre-presidential career was more remembered.
I also wish the War of 1812 was more appreciated. What a fascinating and vital conflict for the development of the United States!
Frances:
Something else that struck me was the degree of literacy that developed in the American ranks in the generation between the Revolution and the War of 1812. Two accounts of the siege of Ft Meigs that come to mind are those of Alfred Lorraine of the Petersburg Volunteers and Colonel Alexander Bourne. Both seemed imbued with a superhuman sense of duty and if a description of a pitched battle can be looked upon as eloquent it would be Lorraine’s description of Miller’s Charge against a gun battery on the American right on May 5, 1813. However there is another account in Bourne’s writings that comes to mind that has little to do with the war directly but exemplifies Bourne’s masterful ability to report events. To note, Bourne was born in Massachusetts in 1786 and at the age of 26 began his move west ending up in Ohio. He served with distinction in the army and later served as Canal Commissioner for Governor McArthur where he surveyed and laid out most of Ohio’s canals built during the canal building era. In 1816 he was commissioned by the US Government to site a town on the Maumee near Lake Erie, a town now named Perrysburg.
With the danger of a second siege at Ft Meigs passed Bourne found his general health in quick decline and was furloughed by General Clay to return to the settlements’ until his health was restored. Later in the summer he found himself at Chillicothe where he was hired by General Duncan McArthur to escort his wife and daughter to the Kentucky Blue Lick springs, a place known even then as a fashionable health resort. It was owned and maintained by a Major Finley, a hero of the Revolution although a rather superstitious fellow. About the upper of the two springs Bourne relates this: “The spring was not embellished with a marble fountain and basin but rose through a hollow sycamore log called a ‘gum’ about three feet in diameter set in the ground. It (the water) was clean and copious, mineralized with salt and sulphur and nauseous to the smell and taste. One morning a man whom we met there and living near the spring informed us that a Mrs. Rachford, a very large fat woman who was there just before we came, had lifted up her clothes and sat down in it, her big backside just filling up the gum – and we had been drinking just after her. Oh the snakes, toads and dung worms, the Upper Blue Lick was done over. You need not speak of it again in fifty years! The Major was almost raving mad – it would drive all company away from the Lick! And Mrs. McArthur let out in fine style as well. I laughed it off without any damage, found my health was perfectly restored and we set off immediately for the Lower Lick leaving the Major in a very uncertain condition”.
Such was life in the early 19th century
Jeez, poor old Mrs. Rachford. I wonder was she really that bad?
I know what you mean about the changing degrees of literacy. In recent decades, we seem to have gone backwards. This week, I was examining Texas highway maps for another project. The 1939 map had a quote from “As You Like It” on the front, along with a picture of McKittrick Canyon. The 1940 map featured the University of Texas Tower and the following:
The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall justle one against another in the broad ways: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightnings. – Nahum 2:4.
I was stirred up about auto travel all day.
The image on this page identified as the Battle of Frenchtown is actually an image of the Battle of New Orleans, with Jackson standing at the fore as the Highlanders attack. There were no Highland troops present at the battle of Frenchtown, which was fought in the dead of winter – January 18th and 20th, 1813.