By an astonishing coincidence a professional photographer just happened
to be on hand when the Giant was raised from the ground in Cardiff, New
York.
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Americans have always loved
and fallen for hoaxes, fakes, and frauds.
They are an enduring part of our culture
and folklore. It was all pretty harmless until one became President and everything went to Hell in a handbasket. Take the inventions of Parson Weems in his alleged biography of George Washington who gave us the cherry tree story, tossing the dollar
across the Potomac, and the vision at Valley Forge—all entirely fictitious but amazingly still taught in American elementary schools. There were literary hoaxes as crude as Davey Crocket’s
boasting or as bold as Edgar Allan
Poe’s Balloon Hoax about a supposed
air crossing of the Atlantic in
1844. There were hoaxes for profit involving phony Spanish Land Grants and salted gold mines; strategic hoaxes like George
Patton’s phantom army decoy in England
before D-Day; accidental hoaxes like Orson Well’s War of the Worlds broadcast; tabloid hoaxes like the alien
autopsy film and others too numerous to mention; and political hoaxes like Donald
Trump.
Many
early hoaxes involved showman P.T.
Barnum, who makes an appearance in a supporting
role in our tale today about the most famous of all American hoaxes—the Cardiff Giant.
On
October 16, 1869 workers hired to dig a
well behind the barn of William C. “Stub”
Newell in Cardiff, New York hit what they first thought
was an enormous buried bolder. After
clearing away more dirt, one of the men, either Gideon Emmons or Henry
Nichols exclaimed, “I declare, some old Indian has been buried here!”
It
was no Indian. It was something else
more strange and wonderful. Newell rushed to the scene and in short order
had a hoist erected over the excavation and hauled out the figure of
a stone man 10 foot 4.5 inches long. He even made sure that there was a photographer present to record the moment and the crowd of curious local on-lookers. Newell quickly proclaimed the discovery
was a petrified man, erected a tent over it and began charging the curious
the very tidy sum of 25 cents to get
a gander at it. Crowds were so big that in two days he upped
the ante to 50 cents, but the crowds kept coming from far and wide in response
to spectacular nationwide newspaper
coverage.
Pioneering Yale paleontologist Otheniel C. Marsh was one of the first scientist to debunk the Giant..
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Not
everyone was amused or taken
in. Almost immediately scientists pooh-poohed the idea. Geologists
noted that there was no good reason
to dig a well where the giant had been found. Yale paleontologist Othniel C. Marsh proclaimed it “a most decided humbug.” If any had been able to obtain a sample of the stone they could have completely debunked the claims.
But
the press and the public ignored the
naysayers. Members of the Evangelical clergy were particularly voracious in defense of the Giant’s
authenticity because they found it proof of passage in Genesis 6:4 that “The Nephilim [giants]were on the earth in
those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters
of men, and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of
old, men of renown.”
Those
preachers were just the ones that wealthy New York tobacconist and atheist
freethinker George Hull wanted
to make fools out of when he concocted his amazing, elaborate, and expensive
plot. Inspired by a hoax story that had
appeared in the newspaper Alta California about a miner who had had drunk a liquid that he found within a geode and became petrified, Hull commissioned a stone cutter in Fort Dodge,
Iowa to hew out a large block of
gypsum, a soft sulfate stone. He told the
men that it was destined for a monument
to Abraham Lincoln and had it shipped
by rail to an address in Chicago.
There
he hired a German monument carver named
Edward Burghardt, paid him
handsomely, and swore him to secrecy. Hulls instructions were detailed—the figure
of a man had to be nude and apparently laying on his back, one arm behind him the other on his stomach. His face
should be rugged but
recognizable.
To
age the carving various acids and other chemicals were applied to the surface, the supposed petrified
flesh was beaten with a board through which steel knitting needles had been hammered
to create a pore-like surface. Soil was
rubbed onto the carving.
Crated, it was shipped
to by rail to Cardiff and transported the final distance by wagon to the farm of Hull’s cousin Newell
in November of 1868. There they buried it in a pit behind the barn, covering the ground so that over the coming
year vegetation would cover the
disturbed earth. Then 11 months later
Newell hired the unsuspecting well diggers.
It is a wonder that experienced diggers did not notice that they were
working in the loose soil and gravel used to refill the hole. Or if they did notice, they were paid well to
keep their traps shut about it.
To
this point Hull had spent over $2,600 of his own money—about $45,000 in today’s
dollars and two years of preparation on his hoax.
Even
with Newell as a partner, however, Hull made huge profits on his hoax. In addition to his take from the local
exhibition, which was considerable, Hull sold
his interest in the statue for
$23,000, equivalent to $429,000 now.
Newell made out almost as well.
The
new owners, a syndicate of five men headed by David Hannum transported the Giant to Syracuse, New York for exhibition. In the more convenient location the Giant
drew even bigger crowds—and fatter profits.
That
drew the attention of Barnum, who knew something about exhibiting frauds—and there was no doubt that Barnum understood that the Giant was a phony.
He offered the Hannum group $50,000,
but was turned down cold. Completely undiscouraged, Barnum arranged for
a wax cast to be secretly made of
the Giant from which a plaster of Paris copy
was molded. Within weeks he had his
Giant on display in New York City claiming that his was the original and the one in Syracuse a fraudulent copy. It was a
bold lie, but Barnum was confident that he could get away with it. For good
reason.
The
press, naturally, ate up the controversy that Barnum had stirred up. One reporter sought out Hannum for a
comment. The Upstate promoter seemed to shrug the challenge off commenting, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” Somehow this quote entered into American folklore falsely attributed to Barnum.
But
Hannum unwisely did not let sleeping dogs lie even though both showmen continued
to rake in gate receipts. He sued Barnum for claiming he was
exhibiting a fake and sought an injunction
to make him stop. The judge, who may have been among those
who had read the scientific debunkers, declined
to issue an injunction unless Hannum could “get his giant to swear on his own
genuineness.”
Throwing
good money after bad, Hannum pressed the case.
While it was still pending on December 10, Hull somewhat gleefully confessed to the press,
satisfying his urge to catch the preachers
with their metaphorical pants down. Naturally this did not enhance Hannum’s
prospects in court. February 2, 1870
both Giants were declared fakes in court and a judge ruled that Barnum could
not be sued for “calling a fake a fake.”
Interestingly,
the well-publicized court case did not entirely damage the appeal of either of
the Giants. It turned out the public was
almost as eager to pay to see what all of the fuss was about—and probably to be
able to boast they were never fooled
at all—as they were when they thought they we were seeing a genuine marvel.
Only
time and diminishing novelty eroded the exhibits popularity. Barnum got millage out of touring his Giant with the side show attractions of his famous circus.
Hannum and his successors would trot out the original for various
exhibitions, most famously at the Pan
American Exposition in San Francisco
in 1901. But compared to new and
more dazzling attractions at the fair, the Giant was not a success.
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Amazingly
both Giants remain on display today. An
Iowa publisher bought the original
later to use in his basement rumpus room
as a coffee table and conversation piece. In 1947 he sold it
to the Farmers’ Museum in Cooperstown, New York, where it is still on display to those who have time left
over from the visit a visit to the Baseball
Hall of Fame.
Perhaps
fittingly Barnum’s plaster copy resides in Marvin’s
Marvelous Mechanical Museum, a coin-operated game arcade and museum of
oddities in Farmington Hills, Michigan.
So,
suckers, you can pay your money and take your choice.
Excellent write up of the Cardiff Giant. I first read about this marvel in a Popular Science article in the late 1950s and never forgot about it. At one time I hoped to emulate it, but the logistics were beyond me.
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