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OCTOBER
12, 1886:
THE NIGHT THAT
JOHNSON'S
BAYOU,
LOUISIANA DIED
By
W. T. Block
Reprinted
from Beaumont
Enterprise,
October
10, 1979.
Sources:
Galveston
"Daily News,"
October 14-23,
1886. Also, W.
T. Block,
"Verbatim
Galveston News
Articles of
the 1886
Storm,"
Emerald of The
Neches: The
Chronicles of
Beaumont,
Texas,
Nederland:
1980, pp.
353-370; also
(secondary) W.
T. Block,
"October 12,
1886: The
Night That
Johnson's
Bayou,
Louisiana,
Died,"
Frontier Tales
of The
Texas-Louisiana
Borderlands,
Nederland:
1988, pp.
252-258.
Upon
crossing the
Sabine Lake
causeway from
the Texas side
en route to
Cameron,
Louisiana, one
soon
encounters an
endless
expanse of
verdant marsh
lands,
seemingly
uninhabitable
by other than
muskrats,
alligators,
and water
moccasins.
Purple cranes
and marsh hens
dart about
among the
bulrushes and
cattails, and
here and there
a lone cypress
dots the
landscape, its
branches
bending
beneath a
colony of
downy egrets.
This duck
hunter's
paradise is
crisscrossed
by a half
dozen marsh
"cheniers," or
live
oak-studded
ridges, the
most prominent
of which is
Blue Buck
Ridge. If one
should follow
a black-topped
road to the
north, the
driver would
soon cross
Johnson's
Bayou, a
100-foot wide
stream, and
end up on
10-mile long
Smith Ridge,
where the
writer's great
grandfather,
Frederick
Smith
(Schmidt), an
immigrant from
Bremen,
Germany,
settled in
1835 and
established
his cotton
plantation and
cotton gin.
Until
the building
of the
causeway about
1960,
Johnson's
Bayou, La.,
remained cut
off and
virtually
isolated from
the outside
world,
accessible
only by water
or air.
Certainly,
there was a
shell road
along the
beach
connecting the
bayou
community with
the parish
seat of
Cameron, but
until 1931,
such towns as
Cameron,
Creole, Oak
Grove, and
Grand Chenier
could only be
reached by
water as well.
And yet , by
1885 the marsh
settlement had
a population
of 1,200
persons and
annually
produced 600
bales of
cotton.
Johnson's
Bayou is a
wide, lazy
stream that
meanders
generally
southeasterly
amid the
marshes and
cheniers in
the direction
of Mud Lake.
At first
glance, one
questions why
the pioneers
of old would
select such a
homestead,
buffeted as it
perennially
was by storm
and isolation,
but such was
the "call" of
good cotton
lands during
that age
before the
availability
of commercial
fertilizer.
Many
old-timers
often swore
that they
could grow
three bales to
the acre
there, and an
old uncle
often jested
that Smith
Ridge would
make "good
fertilizer"
for East
Texas. (The
fathers of
both of the
writer's
grandmothers,
Duncan Smith
and Frederick
Smith, no kin
to each other,
lived there.
The author is
grand nephew
of the
following
Johnson's
Bayou
pioneers,
Austin
"Buster"
Smith, John
Smith, Phineas
Smith, Albert
Smith, Gus
Smith, Emory
Smith, and
Alonzo Smith,
and there were
at least six
other Smith
families to
whom he was
not related.)
And to this
day, like some
of the nestors
of Sabine
Pass, Texas, a
remnant of the
bayou
pioneers'
descendants,
like the
Griffith
families,
still cling to
the marsh
ridges like
barnacles on a
boat's bottom.
The
marsh terrain,
where silence
is marred only
by the mating
calls of the
beautiful
egrets, would
never admit
it, but
entwined amid
the bulrushes
is some of the
richest
history in
Southwest
Louisiana. The
first white
men to visit
there were
probably
French fur
traders who
traversed the
bayou during
the 1700s to
barter
trinkets with
the Attakapas
Indians for
furs. These
stone-age
Indians lived
there only
during the
summer months,
gorging on a
diet of
alligators,
fish and
oysters. Some
Indians
survived in
the area until
after 1800,
and the only
existing,
intact
Attakapas
vase,
excavated at
Johnson's
Bayou, is
dated to the
"Marksville
Culture" about
500 A. D.
The
bayou took its
name from the
first settler,
Daniel
Johnson, who
brought his
family to that
region about
1790. He was
soon joined by
his
sons-in-law
and other
relatives,
Solomon and
Reuben Barrow,
Henry
Griffith, and
Henry Orr, all
of whom later
moved to the
Trinity River
region in
Texas. But
Griffith later
moved back to
the bayou,
where many of
his
descendants
still live. In
1826, Orr
became the
'alcalde' of
the Mexican
Municipality
of Liberty,
Texas.
Smuggling
rather than
cotton growing
was probably
the cause for
the first
settlement
along the
bayou. And
certainly
African slaves
were the
principal
commodity of
that nefarious
traffic. Until
1821, the
bayou was the
extreme
southwest
corner of the
United States
while Spain
ruled Texas.
Between 1821
and 1846,
during which
time Texas was
owned either
by Mexico or
was an
independent
republic, the
bayou was
still our
nation's
southwest
extremity.
There
were periods
of
intermittent
slave
smuggling
along the
Texas and
Louisiana
coasts. The
first came
during the era
of
filibustering
and Lafitte
piracy, and
between 1816
and 1821, the
New Orleans
collector of
customs kept
the cutter
"Lynx" on
frequent
patrol at or
near the mouth
of the Sabine
estuary in a
futile attempt
to halt slave
traders, three
of whom were
John, Rezin,
and James
Bowie.
According
to Griffith
family
traditions,
the Bowies
visited
Johnson's
Bayou twice.
During those
years, the
brothers
smuggled 1,500
Africans,
purchased from
Lafitte at
Galveston
Island, some
of whom were
channeled
along a
neighboring
stream, Black
Bayou near the
Sabine River
delta, to the
Louisiana
sugar cane
planters. On
two occasions,
James Bowie
bought cattle
from Henry
Griffith to
feed his slave
coffles.
At
the outbreak
of the Texas
Revolution,
slave traders
took advantage
of the social
upheaval in
East Texas to
renew their
illicit
activities. In
1836, Capt.
John Taylor of
the slave ship
"Elizabeth"
anchored his
vessel for six
weeks in the
Sabine Pass
while ferrying
his chattels
as far north
as San
Augustine,
Texas. In the
same year, a
Spanish slave
captain named
Moro sailed up
the Sabine
River with 200
slaves. In
1837, an
English
slaver, under
pursuit by a
British
frigate
offshore,
wrecked at
Blue Buck
Point near
Johnson's
Bayou. The
smugglers
again bought
cattle from
Griffith to
feed their
starving
victims, and a
slave riot
that ensued
had to be
quelled with
firearms as
the Africans
fought to eat
the raw meat
or gorge on
the blood of
the cattle.
As
a result, the
New Orleans
collector
again kept his
cutter "pretty
much in that
(Sabine)
neighborhood"
in order to
stop the slave
ships. Captain
R. Green, one
of the first
settlers of
Orange,
patrolled
Sabine Lake
continuously
aboard the U.
S. cutter
"Woodbury."
Because slave
ships were
being built at
New Orleans,
reputedly for
the renewal of
the Sabine
Lake slave
trade, the
United States
established
its first
Sabine
customhouse at
the Garrison
Ridge, about a
mile west of
Johnson's
Bayou, in 1839
with Capt.
Green as its
first
collector.
Green's Bayou
at the
Garrison took
its name from
him.
In
1837, Garrison
Ridge, a live
oak-studded
chenier
perhaps a
half-mile in
length, was
the site of
and took its
name from the
garrison of
the 3rd U. S.
Infantry
Regiment
encamped
there, while
the Sabine
River was
being mapped
and cleared of
logjams and
other
navigation
impediments.
During the
Civil War, a
Union Navy
squadron
encamped there
for three
months, and
the Garrison
is still a
favorite
retreat for
pot hunters
with metal
detectors,
searching for
old coins,
buried
treasure,
Indian
artifacts,
etc.
After
1825, a number
of new
families came
to Johnson's
Bayou. Eli
Berwick
settled on the
Garrison in
1825 to become
its first
permanent
resident.
Frederick
Smith came to
Smith Ridge in
1835 and lived
there until
his death in
1877. Dr. Joe
Erbelding was
another German
immigrant who
was physician
to the bayou
settlers
throughout his
lifetime.
Duncan Smith
(the writer's
other great
grandfather)
moved to
Johnson's
Bayou after
the hurricane
of 1879 washed
his home on
the Calcasieu
Pass at
Leesburg (now
Cameron) into
the Gulf of
Mexico.
Other
pioneer
settlers and
their
families, who
had arrived
ther by the
1850s,
included James
Bevan, John
and Joseph
Peveto, Isaac
and Jack
Simmons,
Zadie, Joshua,
and William
Griffith,
James
Anderson,
Joseph Luke,
Jesse Dyson,
Francois and
Celestine
Gallier,
Elijah and
Michael
Ponicheck,
Michel Gillen,
D. Comstock,
John Hamilton,
and George
Plummer (who
was the
lighthouse
keeper).
Michel
Peveto, a
veteran of the
Battle of New
Orleans and
long a
resident of
Jefferson
County, Texas
where he
acquired a
Mexican land
grant, moved
back to the
bayou to raise
the large
family of his
second
marriage
during his old
age. In an
1860 farm
community of
nearly 300
residents, L.
Simmons, W.
Griffith, and
Comstock were
the merchants,
whereas Gillen
and Hamilton
were the
blacksmiths.
About 100
slaves labored
in the fields,
producing an
antebellum
yield of about
400 bales.
After
the Civil War,
Ferdinand
Pavell became
the
settlement's
wealthiest
citizen,
although he
maintained two
residences
until his
death in 1912.
He owned a
cotton
plantation,
sugar mill,
and gin house
on the bayou,
and operated a
store, a
cotton
brokerage, and
a shingle mill
at Shellbank,
La., also
known as
Pavell's
Island, the
delta island
in the Sabine
River.
Throughout
the War
Between the
States,
Johnson's
Bayou was a
Confederate
crown of
thorns, for
many bayou
settlers were
open Union
sympathizers.
The many
Cameron Parish
(then
Calcasieu)
cane brakes
and cheniers
offered asylum
to deserters
and draft
dodgers as
well, many of
them from
Texas, and a
band of 200
"Jayhawkers"
roamed the
countrysides,
stealing
cattle and
horses and
harassing the
settlers.
Late
in 1862, when
the Union
squadron
encamped at
Garrison
Ridge, the
officers
attended
dances given
in their honor
by the bayou
planters and
bought meat
and vegetables
from them.
Nevertheless,
Confederate
cavalry, while
hunting the
"Jayhawkers,"
patrolled the
area, and on
May 5, 1864,
the entire
Sabine Pass
garrison of
Confederate
troops
debarked at
Johnson's
Bayou while en
route to the
Battle of
Calcasieu
Pass, La. Two
days later,
166 Union
prisoners
captured at
that battle
were marched
through
Johnson's
Bayou, en
route to
prison camps
in Texas. In
April, 1865,
while
Confederate
troopers were
"gathering
beeves" near
the bayou,
they captured
three escaped
Union
prisoners-of-war,
whom the bayou
Unionists had
been harboring
and who were
trying to
reach the
blockade fleet
offshore.
While
the rest of
the South was
in turmoil
during the
Reconstruction
years,
Johnson's
Bayou was
prospering.
Many new
settlers moved
in, some from
the Northern
states, until
by 1885, the
population was
estimated to
number 1,200.
Two distinct
communities
and post
offices
developed.
Radford, the
town at the
head of bayou
navigation,
had 175
inhabitants, a
steam cotton
gin, and four
stores,
operated by
Caswell
Peveto, J. C.
Griffith,
Austin
"Buster"
Smith, and
Calvin Peveto.
Johnson, the
other post
office, was
about equal to
Radford in
population and
merchants, and
was located
nearer to the
mouth of the
bayou.
In
the summer of
1886, cotton
was still
king, and the
600 or 700
acres planted
in that crop
were expected
to yield from
900 to 1,000
bales. But
sugar cane was
rapidly
approaching
cotton in
importance,
and a number
of new sugar
mills already
dotted the
ridges. Many
varieties of
vegetables
were grown and
exported, and
the hundred
acres of
bearing
satsuma orange
trees were
already the
main source of
Galveston and
Houston's
citrus needs.
Two
steamboats,
the "Emily P."
and the
"Lark,"
remained
exclusively in
the
Orange-Johnson's
Bayou trade
during the
fall harvest
season,
hauling
produce,
cotton, and
even cattle to
market, and
returning with
merchandise,
freight, and
mail. A
schooner name
the
"Dreadnaught"
sailed in the
Galveston-Johnson's
Bayou trade
the year
round.
Although
a series of
seven
hurricanes,
dating back to
Sept. 13,
1865, had
buffeted the
area
periodically,
none, not even
the storms of
1865 or 1879,
had been so
severe as to
inundate the
ridges or
discourage
settlement.
But the great
storm of Oct.
12, 1886, was
something
different; it
drowned 110
persons in one
night, swept
the ridges
clean of all
animal and
plant life,
and left only
the sorrow and
stench of
death in its
wake.
As
the sun rose
that morning,
there was
nothing to
indicate that
the furies of
the sea were
smoldering.
The men had
left to pick
cotton in the
fields, and
wives went
about their
household
chores. About
noon, a
moderate wind
blew from the
southeast, but
no alarm was
felt until
around 4
o'clock P. M.,
when the
waters of the
bayou rose
four feet in
one hour. By
six o'clock, a
gale was
blowing, and
water was
beginning to
enter houses;
by 7 P. M., a
full-flown
hurricane was
rattling the
windows and
doors; and by
9 P. M., the
waters of the
bayou and Gulf
had joined
into a raging
sea twelve
feet deep,
sweeping
everything
away in its
path.
As
the waters
reached
waist-deep in
the homes,
terror gripped
the
settlement.
Some retreated
at first to
second story
levels, while
others
abandoned home
for the
outdoors -- to
cling to
driftwood or
the tops of
trees. Parents
lashed their
small children
to tree
branches, only
to see the
trees uprooted
by the winds
or the
branches blown
away.
Some
houses, such
as that of
Duncan Smith,
broke loose
and floated
into Sabine
Lake (seven
years earlier
he had lost
another home
on the
Calcasieu Pass
the same way).
But at least
half of the
casualties,
such as the
entire Owen
Jones family,
were drowned
or crushed in
their homes.
Eight
occupants of
the Jones
house
retreated
upstairs when
the waters
rose, but the
continuous
pounding of
the waves and
winds weakened
and tore away
the walls
until the roof
collapsed.
There
were five
people, the
parents and
three
children, in
the Joseph
Paisley home,
when the house
began to
disintegrate
piece by
piece. A son,
6-year-old
Hancock,
floated away
on a bed. As
the first arc
of dawn rose
above that
panorama of
death and
destruction,
four members
of the Paisley
family were
drowned, but
Hancock was
found, alive
but
insensible, 10
miles away on
his feather
bed.
The
Jeremiah
Quinns were
prosperous
cotton and
orange growers
when the
flooding
began. When
their home
went to
pieces, they
clung to
floating
debris, with
the waves
casting them
against walls
and wood until
their heads
were a mass of
contusions.
Twelve hours
later, Quinn
was found six
miles away,
still
clutching his
dead wife, and
muttering
mostly
incoherently
but
affectionately,
"Cheer up,
Mary! It'll
soon be over."
Bill
Stafford, a
boisterous and
hard-drinking
farm laborer,
was alone,
except for two
toddlers, ages
2 and 4, left
in his charge
at the Ralph
Hackett home
when the
massive storm
struck. For 12
torturous
hours after
the waters
rose, he
gripped the
clothing of
the infant in
his teeth,
held the older
daughter
tightly with
one arm, and
clutched a
floating log
with the
other. The
next day, a
relief party
found them
alive but
insensible.
The baby soon
died, but
Stafford and
the little
girl
recovered. The
parents, Mr.
and Mrs.
Hackett, also
floated out
alive,
clutching
debris from a
Radford store,
but the couple
were 10 miles
apart when
found.
When
the night of
horror ended,
there was
hardly a bayou
family left
intact.
Everyone had
lost someone
near and dear
among the 110
drowning
victims of the
storm. Another
86 had died at
Sabine Pass.
Seventeen
small children
at Johnson's
Bayou were
orphaned
without
parents or
siblings, and
20 parents
lost all of
their
children.
None, or no
more than one,
survived of
the Jones,
Paisley,
Quinn, F.
Gallier, S.
Gallier, E.
Fanchett,
Joseph Luke,
George
Stephens,
William
Ferguson,
Frank Tanner,
George Smith,
Alfred
Lambert,
Michel Wagley,
Adam Smith,
Henry Johnson,
and Richard
Hambrick
families, and
eight children
of the Sam
Brown family
also drowned.
Within five
days, 75 of
the bodies
were recovered
and buried,
but many of
them were
never found.
By
Oct. 14,
rescue parties
were arriving
to ferry the
dazed
survivors away
to Beaumont
and Orange. In
their greatest
rescue effort
ever, these
two towns were
soon housing
and feeding
1,800
destitute
victims from
Johnson's
Bayou,
Radford, and
Sabine Pass,
and the hearts
of the state
and nation
opened up with
large gifts of
money and
provisions.
After
the waters
receded, the
scenes of
desolation
were
appalling.
Only one store
building was
still standing
in Radford;
Johnson was
entirely swept
away, and the
stench from
the putrifying
carcasses of
20,000 cattle
became
unbearable.
The few
surviving
cattle soon
went mad for
want of fresh
water, but
before dying,
they often
charged and
attacked the
rescuing
parties.
"Tuesday,"
wrote a
Galveston
newspaper
correspondent,
"Johnson's
Bayou was a
thriving
community with
more than one
thousand
inhabitants.
Today it is a
community of
beggars . . .
. The buzzards
are the only
feathered fowl
in the air."
Radford
was never
rebuilt, for
many of the
survivors
returned
eventually to
the Northern
states or
moved away to
Texas. But
like Sabine
Pass, a
nucleus of
nestors
straggled back
to rebuild
from the
debris and
keep the
settlement
alive. Their
children and
grandchildren
have since
survived more
recent storms,
but unlike the
grandparents,
they've had
the advantages
of modern
technology to
keep
themselves
abreast of the
weather
conditions and
help them
escape before
the furies of
the Gulf churn
in around them
once more.
Since June 26,
1957, when
Hurricane
Audrey killed
500 people in
Cameron
Parish, one
need only
shout,
"Storm!," and
the people of
Johnson's
Bayou scurry
across the
causeway to
safety in Port
Arthur, Texas.
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