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<h2> APPENDIX </h2>
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<p>APPENDIX A</p>
<p>(FROM THE NEW ORLEANS TIMES DEMOCRAT OF MARCH 29, 1882.)</p>
<p>VOYAGE OF THE TIMES-DEMOCRAT'S RELIEF BOAT THROUGH THE INUNDATED REGIONS</p>
<p>IT was nine o'clock Thursday morning when the 'Susie' left the Mississippi
and entered Old River, or what is now called the mouth of the Red.
Ascending on the left, a flood was pouring in through and over the levees
on the Chandler plantation, the most northern point in Pointe Coupee
parish. The water completely covered the place, although the levees had
given way but a short time before. The stock had been gathered in a large
flat-boat, where, without food, as we passed, the animals were huddled
together, waiting for a boat to tow them off. On the right-hand side of
the river is Turnbull's Island, and on it is a large plantation which
formerly was pronounced one of the most fertile in the State. The water
has hitherto allowed it to go scot-free in usual floods, but now broad
sheets of water told only where fields were. The top of the protecting
levee could be seen here and there, but nearly all of it was submerged.</p>
<p>The trees have put on a greener foliage since the water has poured in, and
the woods look bright and fresh, but this pleasant aspect to the eye is
neutralized by the interminable waste of water. We pass mile after mile,
and it is nothing but trees standing up to their branches in water. A
water-turkey now and again rises and flies ahead into the long avenue of
silence. A pirogue sometimes flits from the bushes and crosses the Red
River on its way out to the Mississippi, but the sad-faced paddlers never
turn their heads to look at our boat. The puffing of the boat is music in
this gloom, which affects one most curiously. It is not the gloom of deep
forests or dark caverns, but a peculiar kind of solemn silence and
impressive awe that holds one perforce to its recognition. We passed two
negro families on a raft tied up in the willows this morning. They were
evidently of the well-to-do class, as they had a supply of meal and three
or four hogs with them. Their rafts were about twenty feet square, and in
front of an improvised shelter earth had been placed, on which they built
their fire.</p>
<p>The current running down the Atchafalaya was very swift, the Mississippi
showing a predilection in that direction, which needs only to be seen to
enforce the opinion of that river's desperate endeavors to find a short
way to the Gulf. Small boats, skiffs, pirogues, etc., are in great demand,
and many have been stolen by piratical negroes, who take them where they
will bring the greatest price. From what was told me by Mr. C. P.
Ferguson, a planter near Red River Landing, whose place has just gone
under, there is much suffering in the rear of that place. The negroes had
given up all thoughts of a crevasse there, as the upper levee had stood so
long, and when it did come they were at its mercy. On Thursday a number
were taken out of trees and off of cabin roofs and brought in, many yet
remaining.</p>
<p>One does not appreciate the sight of earth until he has traveled through a
flood. At sea one does not expect or look for it, but here, with
fluttering leaves, shadowy forest aisles, house-tops barely visible, it is
expected. In fact a grave-yard, if the mounds were above water, would be
appreciated. The river here is known only because there is an opening in
the trees, and that is all. It is in width, from Fort Adams on the left
bank of the Mississippi to the bank of Rapides Parish, a distance of about
sixty miles. A large portion of this was under cultivation, particularly
along the Mississippi and back of the Red. When Red River proper was
entered, a strong current was running directly across it, pursuing the
same direction as that of the Mississippi.</p>
<p>After a run of some hours, Black River was reached. Hardly was it entered
before signs of suffering became visible. All the willows along the banks
were stripped of their leaves. One man, whom your correspondent spoke to,
said that he had had one hundred and fifty head of cattle and one hundred
head of hogs. At the first appearance of water he had started to drive
them to the high lands of Avoyelles, thirty-five miles off, but he lost
fifty head of the beef cattle and sixty hogs. Black River is quite
picturesque, even if its shores are under water. A dense growth of ash,
oak, gum, and hickory make the shores almost impenetrable, and where one
can get a view down some avenue in the trees, only the dim outlines of
distant trunks can be barely distinguished in the gloom.</p>
<p>A few miles up this river, the depth of water on the banks was fully eight
feet, and on all sides could be seen, still holding against the strong
current, the tops of cabins. Here and there one overturned was surrounded
by drift-wood, forming the nucleus of possibly some future island.</p>
<p>In order to save coal, as it was impossible to get that fuel at any point
to be touched during the expedition, a look-out was kept for a wood-pile.
On rounding a point a pirogue, skilfully paddled by a youth, shot out, and
in its bow was a girl of fifteen, of fair face, beautiful black eyes, and
demure manners. The boy asked for a paper, which was thrown to him, and
the couple pushed their tiny craft out into the swell of the boat.</p>
<p>Presently a little girl, not certainly over twelve years, paddled out in
the smallest little canoe and handled it with all the deftness of an old
voyageur. The little one looked more like an Indian than a white child,
and laughed when asked if she were afraid. She had been raised in a
pirogue and could go anywhere. She was bound out to pick willow leaves for
the stock, and she pointed to a house near by with water three inches deep
on the floors. At its back door was moored a raft about thirty feet
square, with a sort of fence built upon it, and inside of this some
sixteen cows and twenty hogs were standing. The family did not complain,
except on account of losing their stock, and promptly brought a supply of
wood in a flat.</p>
<p>From this point to the Mississippi River, fifteen miles, there is not a
spot of earth above water, and to the westward for thirty-five miles there
is nothing but the river's flood. Black River had risen during Thursday,
the 23rd, 1{three-quarters} inches, and was going up at night still. As we
progress up the river habitations become more frequent, but are yet still
miles apart. Nearly all of them are deserted, and the out-houses floated
off. To add to the gloom, almost every living thing seems to have
departed, and not a whistle of a bird nor the bark of the squirrel can be
heard in this solitude. Sometimes a morose gar will throw his tail aloft
and disappear in the river, but beyond this everything is quiet—the
quiet of dissolution. Down the river floats now a neatly whitewashed
hen-house, then a cluster of neatly split fence-rails, or a door and a
bloated carcass, solemnly guarded by a pair of buzzards, the only bird to
be seen, which feast on the carcass as it bears them along. A
picture-frame in which there was a cheap lithograph of a soldier on
horseback, as it floated on told of some hearth invaded by the water and
despoiled of this ornament.</p>
<p>At dark, as it was not prudent to run, a place alongside the woods was
hunted and to a tall gum-tree the boat was made fast for the night.</p>
<p>A pretty quarter of the moon threw a pleasant light over forest and river,
making a picture that would be a delightful piece of landscape study,
could an artist only hold it down to his canvas. The motion of the engines
had ceased, the puffing of the escaping steam was stilled, and the
enveloping silence closed upon us, and such silence it was! Usually in a
forest at night one can hear the piping of frogs, the hum of insects, or
the dropping of limbs; but here nature was dumb. The dark recesses, those
aisles into this cathedral, gave forth no sound, and even the ripplings of
the current die away.</p>
<p>At daylight Friday morning all hands were up, and up the Black we started.
The morning was a beautiful one, and the river, which is remarkably
straight, put on its loveliest garb. The blossoms of the haw perfumed the
air deliciously, and a few birds whistled blithely along the banks. The
trees were larger, and the forest seemed of older growth than below. More
fields were passed than nearer the mouth, but the same scene presented
itself—smoke-houses drifting out in the pastures, negro quarters
anchored in confusion against some oak, and the modest residence just
showing its eaves above water. The sun came up in a glory of carmine, and
the trees were brilliant in their varied shades of green. Not a foot of
soil is to be seen anywhere, and the water is apparently growing deeper
and deeper, for it reaches up to the branches of the largest trees. All
along, the bordering willows have been denuded of leaves, showing how long
the people have been at work gathering this fodder for their animals. An
old man in a pirogue was asked how the willow leaves agreed with his
cattle. He stopped in his work, and with an ominous shake of his head
replied: 'Well, sir, it 's enough to keep warmth in their bodies and
that's all we expect, but it's hard on the hogs, particularly the small
ones. They is dropping off powerful fast. But what can you do? It 's all
we've got.'</p>
<p>At thirty miles above the mouth of Black River the water extends from
Natchez on the Mississippi across to the pine hills of Louisiana, a
distance of seventy-three miles, and there is hardly a spot that is not
ten feet under it. The tendency of the current up the Black is toward the
west. In fact, so much is this the case, the waters of Red River have been
driven down from toward the Calcasieu country, and the waters of the Black
enter the Red some fifteen miles above the mouth of the former, a thing
never before seen by even the oldest steamboatmen. The water now in sight
of us is entirely from the Mississippi.</p>
<p>Up to Trinity, or rather Troy, which is but a short distance below, the
people have nearly all moved out, those remaining having enough for their
present personal needs. Their cattle, though, are suffering and dying off
quite fast, as the confinement on rafts and the food they get breeds
disease.</p>
<p>After a short stop we started, and soon came to a section where there were
many open fields and cabins thickly scattered about. Here were seen more
pictures of distress. On the inside of the houses the inmates had built on
boxes a scaffold on which they placed the furniture. The bed-posts were
sawed off on top, as the ceiling was not more than four feet from the
improvised floor. The buildings looked very insecure, and threatened every
moment to float off. Near the houses were cattle standing breast high in
the water, perfectly impassive. They did not move in their places, but
stood patiently waiting for help to come. The sight was a distressing one,
and the poor creatures will be sure to die unless speedily rescued. Cattle
differ from horses in this peculiar quality. A horse, after finding no
relief comes, will swim off in search of food, whereas a beef will stand
in its tracks until with exhaustion it drops in the water and drowns.</p>
<p>At half-past twelve o'clock a hail was given from a flat-boat inside the
line of the bank. Rounding to we ran alongside, and General York stepped
aboard. He was just then engaged in getting off stock, and welcomed the
'Times-Democrat' boat heartily, as he said there was much need for her. He
said that the distress was not exaggerated in the least. People were in a
condition it was difficult even for one to imagine. The water was so high
there was great danger of their houses being swept away. It had already
risen so high that it was approaching the eaves, and when it reaches this
point there is always imminent risk of their being swept away. If this
occurs, there will be great loss of life. The General spoke of the gallant
work of many of the people in their attempts to save their stock, but
thought that fully twenty-five per cent. had perished. Already twenty-five
hundred people had received rations from Troy, on Black River, and he had
towed out a great many cattle, but a very great quantity remained and were
in dire need. The water was now eighteen inches higher than in 1874, and
there was no land between Vidalia and the hills of Catahoula.</p>
<p>At two o'clock the 'Susie' reached Troy, sixty-five miles above the mouth
of Black River. Here on the left comes in Little River; just beyond that
the Ouachita, and on the right the Tensas. These three rivers form the
Black River. Troy, or a portion of it, is situated on and around three
large Indian mounds, circular in shape, which rise above the present water
about twelve feet. They are about one hundred and fifty feet in diameter,
and are about two hundred yards apart. The houses are all built between
these mounds, and hence are all flooded to a depth of eighteen inches on
their floors.</p>
<p>These elevations, built by the aborigines, hundreds of years ago, are the
only points of refuge for miles. When we arrived we found them crowded
with stock, all of which was thin and hardly able to stand up. They were
mixed together, sheep, hogs, horses, mules, and cattle. One of these
mounds has been used for many years as the grave-yard, and to-day we saw
attenuated cows lying against the marble tomb-stones, chewing their cud in
contentment, after a meal of corn furnished by General York. Here, as
below, the remarkable skill of the women and girls in the management of
the smaller pirogues was noticed. Children were paddling about in these
most ticklish crafts with all the nonchalance of adepts.</p>
<p>General York has put into operation a perfect system in regard to
furnishing relief. He makes a personal inspection of the place where it is
asked, sees what is necessary to be done, and then, having two boats
chartered, with flats, sends them promptly to the place, when the cattle
are loaded and towed to the pine hills and uplands of Catahoula. He has
made Troy his headquarters, and to this point boats come for their supply
of feed for cattle. On the opposite side of Little River, which branches
to the left out of Black, and between it and the Ouachita, is situated the
town of Trinity, which is hourly threatened with destruction. It is much
lower than Troy, and the water is eight and nine feet deep in the houses.
A strong current sweeps through it, and it is remarkable that all of its
houses have not gone before. The residents of both Troy and Trinity have
been cared for, yet some of their stock have to be furnished with food.</p>
<p>As soon as the 'Susie' reached Troy, she was turned over to General York,
and placed at his disposition to carry out the work of relief more
rapidly. Nearly all her supplies were landed on one of the mounds to
lighten her, and she was headed down stream to relieve those below. At Tom
Hooper's place, a few miles from Troy, a large flat, with about fifty head
of stock on board, was taken in tow. The animals were fed, and soon
regained some strength. To-day we go on Little River, where the suffering
is greatest.</p>
<p>DOWN BLACK RIVER</p>
<p>Saturday Evening, March 25.</p>
<p>We started down Black River quite early, under the direction of General
York, to bring out what stock could be reached. Going down river a flat in
tow was left in a central locality, and from there men poled her back in
the rear of plantations, picking up the animals wherever found. In the
loft of a gin-house there were seventeen head found, and after a gangway
was built they were led down into the flat without difficulty. Taking a
skiff with the General, your reporter was pulled up to a little house of
two rooms, in which the water was standing two feet on the floors. In one
of the large rooms were huddled the horses and cows of the place, while in
the other the Widow Taylor and her son were seated on a scaffold raised on
the floor. One or two dug-outs were drifting about in the roam ready to be
put in service at any time. When the flat was brought up, the side of the
house was cut away as the only means of getting the animals out, and the
cattle were driven on board the boat. General York, in this as in every
case, inquired if the family desired to leave, informing them that Major
Burke, of 'The Times-Democrat,' has sent the 'Susie' up for that purpose.
Mrs. Taylor said she thanked Major Burke, but she would try and hold out.
The remarkable tenacity of the people here to their homes is beyond all
comprehension. Just below, at a point sixteen miles from Troy, information
was received that the house of Mr. Tom Ellis was in danger, and his family
were all in it. We steamed there immediately, and a sad picture was
presented. Looking out of the half of the window left above water, was
Mrs. Ellis, who is in feeble health, whilst at the door were her seven
children, the oldest not fourteen years. One side of the house was given
up to the work animals, some twelve head, besides hogs. In the next room
the family lived, the water coming within two inches of the bed-rail. The
stove was below water, and the cooking was done on a fire on top of it.
The house threatened to give way at any moment: one end of it was sinking,
and, in fact, the building looked a mere shell. As the boat rounded to,
Mr. Ellis came out in a dug-out, and General York told him that he had
come to his relief; that 'The Times-Democrat' boat was at his service, and
would remove his family at once to the hills, and on Monday a flat would
take out his stock, as, until that time, they would be busy.
Notwithstanding the deplorable situation himself and family were in, Mr.
Ellis did not want to leave. He said he thought he would wait until
Monday, and take the risk of his house falling. The children around the
door looked perfectly contented, seeming to care little for the danger
they were in. These are but two instances of the many. After weeks of
privation and suffering, people still cling to their houses and leave only
when there is not room between the water and the ceiling to build a
scaffold on which to stand. It seemed to be incomprehensible, yet the love
for the old place was stronger than that for safety.</p>
<p>After leaving the Ellis place, the next spot touched at was the Oswald
place. Here the flat was towed alongside the gin-house where there were
fifteen head standing in water; and yet, as they stood on scaffolds, their
heads were above the top of the entrance. It was found impossible to get
them out without cutting away a portion of the front; and so axes were
brought into requisition and a gap made. After much labor the horses and
mules were securely placed on the flat.</p>
<p>At each place we stop there are always three, four, or more dug-outs
arriving, bringing information of stock in other places in need.
Notwithstanding the fact that a great many had driven a part of their
stock to the hills some time ago, there yet remains a large quantity,
which General York, who is working with indomitable energy, will get
landed in the pine hills by Tuesday.</p>
<p>All along Black River the 'Susie' has been visited by scores of planters,
whose tales are the repetition of those already heard of suffering and
loss. An old planter, who has lived on the river since 1844, said there
never was such a rise, and he was satisfied more than one quarter of the
stock has been lost. Luckily the people cared first for their work stock,
and when they could find it horses and mules were housed in a place of
safety. The rise which still continues, and was two inches last night,
compels them to get them out to the hills; hence it is that the work of
General York is of such a great value. From daylight to late at night he
is going this way and that, cheering by his kindly words and directing
with calm judgment what is to be done. One unpleasant story, of a certain
merchant in New Orleans, is told all along the river. It appears for some
years past the planters have been dealing with this individual, and many
of them had balances in his hands. When the overflow came they wrote for
coffee, for meal, and, in fact, for such little necessities as were
required. No response to these letters came, and others were written, and
yet these old customers, with plantations under water, were refused even
what was necessary to sustain life. It is needless to say he is not
popular now on Back River.</p>
<p>The hills spoken of as the place of refuge for the people and stock on
Black River are in Catahoula parish, twenty-four miles from Black River.</p>
<p>After filling the flat with cattle we took on board the family of T. S.
Hooper, seven in number, who could not longer remain in their dwelling,
and we are now taking them up Little River to the hills.</p>
<p>THE FLOOD STILL RISING</p>
<p>Troy: March 27, 1882, noon.</p>
<p>The flood here is rising about three and a half inches every twenty-four
hours, and rains have set in which will increase this. General York feels
now that our efforts ought to be directed towards saving life, as the
increase of the water has jeopardized many houses. We intend to go up the
Tensas in a few minutes, and then we will return and go down Black River
to take off families. There is a lack of steam transportation here to meet
the emergency. The General has three boats chartered, with flats in tow,
but the demand for these to tow out stock is greater than they can meet
with promptness. All are working night and day, and the 'Susie' hardly
stops for more than an hour anywhere. The rise has placed Trinity in a
dangerous plight, and momentarily it is expected that some of the houses
will float off. Troy is a little higher, yet all are in the water. Reports
have come in that a woman and child have been washed away below here, and
two cabins floated off. Their occupants are the same who refused to come
off day before yesterday. One would not believe the utter passiveness of
the people.</p>
<p>As yet no news has been received of the steamer 'Delia,' which is supposed
to be the one sunk in yesterday's storm on Lake Catahoula. She is due here
now, but has not arrived. Even the mail here is most uncertain, and this I
send by skiff to Natchez to get it to you. It is impossible to get
accurate data as to past crops, etc., as those who know much about the
matter have gone, and those who remain are not well versed in the
production of this section.</p>
<p>General York desires me to say that the amount of rations formerly sent
should be duplicated and sent at once. It is impossible to make any
estimate, for the people are fleeing to the hills, so rapid is the rise.
The residents here are in a state of commotion that can only be
appreciated when seen, and complete demoralization has set in.</p>
<p>If rations are drawn for any particular section hereabouts, they would not
be certain to be distributed, so everything should be sent to Troy as a
center, and the General will have it properly disposed of. He has sent for
one hundred tents, and, if all go to the hills who are in motion now, two
hundred will be required.</p>
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