From UFO Roundup, Vol. 4, No. 20, September 8, 1999, edited by Joseph Trainor
BARRON, Wis. – On a late summer’s night in 1919, 13-year-old Harry Anderson, his family and some friends went for a drive in the family’s new Ford Model T automobile.
At about 10 p.m., as they were headed back to Eau Claire, Wis., the car’s engine began running a little rough. The elder Anderson eased it to a halt on the southbound lane of Highway 25.
“We’re running low on oil,” he said, handing the oilcan to his son. “Head on up the road, Harry, and see if you can get some old farmer to lend you some.”
And so, with the empty oil- can swinging from his hand, Harry hiked down the darkened road.
A roadside sign told him he was just outside Barron, Wis., about five miles west of Rice Lake. Seeing the roof of a farmhouse on the horizon, he took a shortcut across a cornfield.
The farmer filled Harry’s oilcan for him, and, according to his account in Fate magazine, “as he was walking back, he saw twenty little men walking towards him in single file. They had bald heads and white skins, and wore leather ‘knee-pants’ held up by braces over their shoulders.”
Startled, Harry ducked behind a red maple tree, staying out of sight as the dwarfish platoon marched by. His ears caught fragments of their conversation, mostly mutterings and a quirky little song.
“We won’t stop fighting Till the end of the war
Sound off–one, two
Sound off--three, four
Detail, one, two, three, four
The column marched on into the forest, leaving Harry, in his own words, “heart pumping and terrified.”