
Gary Paulsen’s book Hatchet, about a kid who survives an airplane crash deep in the woods and has to survive on his own in the wilderness deeply affected thousands of adolescents when the book was published in 1987. Kids everywhere would think about Brian, Hatchet’s quick-witted protagonist, as they set out for backcountry hikes, wondering what they would do if they found themselves alone, lost for days or weeks in the wilderness, nobody to rely on but themselves.
The book wasn’t based on his actual experiences, but a 12-year-old Donn Fendler knew just what that felt like when he spent nearly two weeks lost in the woods of Maine in 1939. His disappearance captivated the nation, as did the story of his miraculous survival. The New York Times covered his plight. A parade was held in his honor. FDR even gave Donn the Army and Navy Legion of Valor medal for his bravery.
Fendler became lost while hiking the Katahdin Hunt trail, the end section of the newly opened Appalachian Trail. Donn was with his father, brothers, and an older friend, trying to gain Katahdin’s peak. Donn pushed ahead toward the summit, but turned back cold and wet in a drenching fog, assuming he’d rejoin his brothers along the trail. Disoriented in the poor visibility, he couldn’t locate anybody and soon lost the trail altogether. He was alone, cold, without food, and only 12-years-old.
At one point, a small pair of footprints were discovered that led directly to the lip of an overhanging cliff that plunged hundreds of feet to the rocks below. It appeared as though somebody Donn’s size had walked right off the cliff to their doom.
Fortunately, Fendler was also a Boy Scout and had some backcountry experience. He decided to spend a night in the crook of a large tree, then try find the trail in the morning. He was determined not to let panic overtake his thought process. “First thing, I must keep my head, then, maybe, if I looked close, I could find a trail,” he later said. The next day, Donn’s luck finding the path out proved no better, so he started walking along the banks of a stream, assuming it would flow downward toward help, civilization, something. He kept walking for nine days.
Meanwhile, search and rescue operations were combing Mt. Katahdin. Dogs sniffed the underbrush, Boy Scout volunteers searched just off the trails, employees at a nearby paper mill, familiar with the environs, poked into hidden spaces.
At one point, a small pair of footprints were discovered that led directly to the lip of an overhanging cliff that plunged hundreds of feet to the rocks below. It appeared as though somebody Donn’s size had walked right off the cliff to their doom. Still, the search continued.
Fendler was quickly losing weight and most of his clothes. He took his shoes off to wade through a creek and lost them. To keep his pants as dry as he could, he took those off only to watch them be carried downstream. For food, he tried to eat berries when he could, at one point, however, he encountered black bears dining at the same bushes he targeted. Donn moved on.
Temps at night were practically freezing and Donn had no pants and no shoes. Black flies and mosquitos plagued him constantly, crawling into his eyes and ears, driving him nearly mad. “Somebody ought to do something about those black flies,” an adult Fendler said in Lost on a Mountain in Maine, a book about his ordeal published in 1978. “They’re terrible — around your forehead, under your hair, in your eyebrows and in the corners of your eyes and in the corners of your mouth, and they get up your nose like dust and make you sneeze, and you keep digging them out of your ears.”
Eventually, Donn stumbled across an abandoned cabin where he found a potato sack he could use for a bit of warmth, but no food. Five days into his wandering, people back home had given up hope. His mother received telegrams from people expressing their concern, sharing their prayers, sending comforting words.
“I’m still trying to make myself believe there’s a faint thread of hope,” his father, Donald, told The Boston Globe days after Donn went missing.
Nine days after he vanished into the fog, Donn, continuing to follow that stream down the mountain, walked nearly naked and starving into the arms of a couple staying at a cabin next to a lake some 35 miles from where he had parted from his family. He’d lost 16 pounds. The couple was able to get Donn’s mother on the phone and relayed the good news: he’d survived, no worse for the wear, save some severe hunger and exhaustion, and suffering thousands of bug bites.
Donn spent a few days in the hospital, then returned to his Rye, New York, home, to resume the life of a 12-year-old, albeit one who now had some notoriety. His town turned out for a small parade. The New York Times ran the story of his experience on the front page. Then, the next year, the president came calling. Donn was honored as the young hero of the year.
Years later, Fendler became a Green Beret, perhaps toughened by his experience on the mountain. Lost on a Mountain in Maine was required reading for Maine schoolchildren for decades. Fendler, who passed away in 2016 at age 90, wanted his ashes spread on Katahdin. “My brother said he’d fly [over the mountain] or get someone to fly,” he told the Bangor Daily News. “Yup, they’re going to put me in a bean can.”
To read more about Fendler’s experiences, get Lost on a Mountain in Maine here.
Great retro piece. AJ does a great job of resurrecting some great historical tales of badassery that are worth still being read/heard. Keep it up.
I read this story while I was in Gardner Elementary School, Fort Fairfield, Maine. It was required reading. I remembered and liked the story so much that I kept telling my children about the story. About 20 years ago, my oldest son, who is a high-school teacher, found and got me a copy of the book. I read it again at that time and again loved the story. Recently I retrieved the book from my shelf of reading material and plan to read it again soon before my 82nd birthday.
What a wonderful story, reminiscent of ‘Touching the Void’ at lower altitude.
I can recall other tragic stories of kids that age wandering away from campsites and never being seen again. I was hiking the Highline Trail in the Uinta Mountains of Utah one year with my son and a friend of his when there was a massive manhunt for a missing solo hiker who was never found. I’ve briefly been lost once or twice and run out of water a couple of times in the wilderness, it is a harrowing experience. This kid must have been amazing.
Thanks for posting this. What a wonderful story! I’m going to look for this book.
And this story, is why you’re supposed to pick a tree and stay put if you get lost. Don’t do what Donn did, kids. Make it easier for the people who will be looking for you to find to find you.
I would say that Donn is a powerful and brave man. Pushing through the dangers and getting home. Good job ruining it Douglas Mills.
good job donn for surviving the hole time
I want this young man on my team. Wish I had someone like him on my teams when I was in Nam as a Marine Recon officer. No slight to anyone on my teams, but we all needed help while there!
JT
Don did have initial ,moments of panic when he was lost on the summit flatland, staying in place would be a bad idea, since there were hypothermic conditions. Some how he got off the mt, in protrction of trees.. and used his scout knowledge of following a stream to civilization. That took many days until Don found the inhabied cabin across a major river,
staying in place would be a bad idea, since
Great books, both Hatchet AND Lost on a Moutain in Maine…nine days of dehydration and freezing at night by Donn Fendler are treacherous in every minute.
The over forty days in Hatchett are equally full of life threatening nature. Boys of any age will find adventure and fair warning in these wilderness experiences. Girls, too, will learn a lot.
THIS BOOK SHOULD BE REQUIRED READING FOR EVERY BOY SCOUT