iSa^Sl^K3i'-<2S3"~.J^^ 11 V to stop over at Morgan City you could sample some, for thousands are shipped from there annually. Besides, the Baron Natili has successfully propagated them in his artificial ponds near the depot." "We'll be there presently," said the Girl, who was consulting a map. " This is Gibson." "Gibson?" queried the Growler. " There are some remarkable Indian Remainsofa mounds near Fandel's saw mill over there. I don't know much about arch- Gibson, aeology, but Dr. Joseph Jones, of New Orleans, has matie an exhaustive study of them and finds them of great interest." "But look here, Colonel," I said ; "you were sidetracked ni your descrip- tion of this section of Louisiana ; there is not much sea inarsli to ht seen from here." "No, and you won't see any of it from the cars," replied the Colonel, "it lies off there to the south. The Southern Pacific line runs through a superbly fertile prairie country which, as you will see, deepens into great 20 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. It isn't a desert pine forests Oil the western edge of the state. The farms are given over means^^'^"^ to sugar, cotton and rice, while corn, oats, potatoes, beans, etc., grow lux- uriantly, as do all the semi-tropic and temperate fruits. The resources of this country have attracted, of late years, thousands of settlers from the North, and tho' I have AN OLD HOME ON BAYOU RAMOS, NEAR MORGAN CITY, LA. Unfortunately people have to work here too. traveled extensively among them, I have yet to find one who is dissatisfied or who would wish to return to his old home. No profitable crop grows here without labor — I haven't yet found the place where it does — but I believe the rewards of well directed industry are larger here, and the life of the agriculturist more endurable, than in any other place in the Missis- sippi Valley." CHAPTER II. AT THK THRESHOLD OF THE TECHE THE NOVEL INDUSTRIES OF MORGAN CITY THE OLD FORT, ONEONTA PARK AND THE BARON. COMIN' into J Blackston. Morgan (jty. sah," said that prince of porters, John "So we are," remarked the Growler. "By the way. notice the old a Monument earthwork here on the left, just as we run into town. It is known as Fort °*^'*'^''"- Star, and it has a unique place in history. There have been more extensive and more important intrenchments — tho' this is by no means small or unin- teresting. Here, July 4, 1893, a great popular demonstration took place, the stars and stripes were run up on the old fort, saluted by the roar from ancient Confederate guns and by the Washington Artillery of New Orleans. That historic and honorable body performed a memorable deed that day, when, under command of its veteran Colonel, John B. Richardson, it rededi- cated the old fort to the age of peace." The Girl came over to our side to see the fort, which was but a hundred yards away — a star-shaped earthwork, the sloping walls rising thirtv feet above the level of the encompassing ground. The Southern Pacific Company restored the old works to their original a wt of history J... i..^! -^ 11^1 t T- and a touch ot condition some years ago, and mounted upon its walls the guns from rort seutiment. Chene, which was located eight miles away, at the junction of the bayous Boufe and Chene. To-day this is one of the few perfect relics of the great war. Built by the Federal forces early in the struggle, it was in 1863 garrisoned by 3,000 infantry, mostly colored regiments. Late in that year Captain Blair, of the Eighteenth Louisiana, brought his forces across the river in sugar coolers, for want of better transports, attacked the town in the rear and captured it. The garrison took shelter on the gunboats in the river and escaped. The Confederates soon abandoned the place and the Federal forces occupied it until the close of the war. Then it was given over to decay until restored in "93, and dedicated to the age of peace by a touching ceremony of jxitri- otic purport. "What a beautiful little park," exclaimed the Girl, rapturously, still she likes one- looking out of the window on our side of the car. "and see the steamshijis and the river beyond." "The park," said the Growler, "is the creation of Baron Natili, who has 21 22 THROUGH SroRVLAM) TO SUNSET SEAS. Steamer line to the Texas coast. Of course you recognize the Baron. charge of the Southern Pacific and Morgan line business at this point. The Colonel is an old personal friend of the Baron and can tell you stories about him by the hour. As to the park, it makes a spot of beauty in what was once a desert place, and is named 'Oneonta' in honor of the birth- place of the president of the system, C. P. Huntington. Over on the other side of the track is a zoological garden. The steamers you see at the wharf are those of the Morgan line, belonging to the Southern Pacific road, and running from here to Brownsville, Texas. Their fleet of river steamers and barges navigate the Teche and its affluents, and bring down huge Atchafalaya River ancf Ber- wick Bay. quantities of sugar and cotton, and carry in return the supplies which the plantations consume. But let us go out on the platform for a few moments. There are a good many things worth seeing." When we alighted from the car we found the Colonel, who had preceded us, talking to a stout, handsome, gray-whiskered gentleman. They were too much engrossed with each other to notice us, and we strolled to the end of the platform. Before us was a splendid body of water sweeping majestically under the long iron railway bridge on its stately way to the gulf. "The Atchafalaya," said the Crowlcr, "which here so widens that it is called Berwick Ikiy. The river is something like half a mile wide and a THE NOVEL INDUSTRIES OF MORGAN CITV. 23 hundred feet deep at this point. Thirty miles below it empties into the gulf. Nine miles above it receives the waters of the Teche." "What a beautiful plantation," said the Girl, looking up the river to a great white house embowered in trees and flanked by a huge sugar house and rows of white cabins in the "Quarters." "That is 'Fairview,' the home of J. N. Pharr," responded the Growler, some typical "and across here," lie continued, turning to look down the stream, "you Soraes.'°" can just catch a glimpse of another typical place, 'Avoca' — meaning, 'the meeting of the waters.' for it stands on a point where Bayou Chene enters Bayou Boufe. All about are lovely places worthy of this paradise. The roads here are waterways, to use a Hibernianism, for this whole section is intersected by an intricate system of bayous, — deep, narrow, navigable streams which are to the country what the canals are to Venice. It would The mystery of 1 T • 1 1 1' 1 • • , ■ ■ 11 1 Ih*^ waterways. take a man a lifetune to learn all their sinuous combinations, and then there would be a iew left over that he had not discovered. Capt. T. L. Morse, who has command of the S. P. fleet here, comes about as near knowing them as any man that ever held a wheel." "Why, those great white banks I have been looking at are oyster shells," I said, pointing up to where huge white mounds marked the river front of the town. "Yes," replied the Growler, "millions of the finest oysters in the world they "shuck" ' , , . , ^ , , . Ill 1 f-n, 1 the unresisting are annually shipped from the packing establishments here. T hese luggers bivau-e. tied to the bank are engaged in the trade. The bivalves are brought from inexhaustible beds out in the gulf, a sloop carrying from 125 to 250 barrels, which bring a dollar a barrel at the factories. It requires from a week to two weeks for the lugger to make a trip, and it is work that enlists a hardy set of men, for it is often hazardous as well as arduous. The fish industry Hut the , . ,1 1 •, '11 • ^1 ,.1 .. i" „»• bcwhiskered IS also an important one, tho it will surprise you to learn that veiy tew ot catfish is the splendid salt-water fish which could be taken here in infinite variety profitable, too. and abundance are in demand. The humble but toothsome catfish, caught in great quantities in Grand Lake, some thirty miles above, are shipped to consumers all over Te.xas, Kansas, Missouri, Louisiana and Arkansas. It is an interesting study for one to follow even so humble an occupation from its source to its conclusion — to see the primitive fishermen in their cabin boats on the lake hauling in their seines, the tugs of the dealers collecting from them the spoils of their endeavor and towing the fish down in huge floating crates, and finally to watch the expert dressers prepare them for shipment at the rate of one a minute. ' "Skin and dress a catfish in a minute?" I said, incredulously. "In a minute and less," replied the Growler ; "and these are not the sort of fish vou caught on your pin-hook when a bov, either. The darkey our colored '^ -' ' ." I 1 1 iv KiKtht-r IS at expert will seize a twenty-five-pound catfish, swing it up on a hook, lop olt home here. AT TIIK IHRESIIOLD OF THE TPXHE. 25 its fins, slip its skin off in three pieces, and have it disemboweled and its head and tail chopped off before the fish really knows what is the matter. There used to be another fiourishiny^ industry here in the collection and shipment of alligator hides, but the supply is pretty well exhausted and the demand is not now so great. At one time as many as thirty thousand hides were shipped from here annually. IJut there goes the l)ell, and we had better get back in our car." "Where's papa?" said the Girl, looking around. "Oh, he'll take care of himself," responded the Growler. In fact the Colonel and his friend were wringing each other's hands affectionately. "Take care of yourself," the Colonel shouted, as he swung himself on the step. "Good-bye, old boy, God bless you," the gray-whis- kered gentleman on the platform responded enthusiastically, waving his hat. "A most royal gentleman," quoth the Colonel radiantly, as he sat down. "A man among a million — a scholar with the soul of an artist, the courtesy of a Chesterfield, of infinite wit and resource, and unfailing industry in setting the world a lesson of the best companionship." "Who was it. Colonel .'' " I asked. "Randolph Natili," was the response; "by unani- mous consent and deservedly dubbed 'The Baron,' who, for seventeen years, has had charge of the Morgan Line and Southern Pacific business at this point. Some time I'll tell you of the Baron's won- derful collection of Old Masters and the romance of discovery that attaches to some of his pictures, as, for instance, to that one known as the Venus Ana- dyomene by Domenico Feti, which was discovered in an Italian lodging- house in New Orleans, or that other, a Madonna, believed to have been the last one painted by Titian, on the order of Philip II of Spain, and long lost. And when I tell you of the pictures I'll not forget to tell you of some of the pranks the Baron has played, for the stories of his practical jokes would fill a book, and would be incredible if they were narrated of any one else than Randolph Natili. What would you think, for instance, of a man who could deceive the whole city of New Orleans by palming off a couple of Chinese laundrymen as court dignitaries from China, and holding a popular levee for them at the French Opera House, where a performance was stopped to give them a public reception ; or of a man who, on first meeting a lady in her home, would simulate a fit and fall in her arms, with apparently just enough consciousness left to gurgle an appeal for champagne, which was promptly administered, An affectionate parting. Natili owns some pictures. THK BAKON, RANDOLPH NATILI But he will be remembered .IS the practical joker. 26 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. A touch of jeal- ousy, perhaps. This is the way into the Teche countrv. Glimpses in the Land of Romance. You get it all in this way. or to do any of a hundred equally amusing things which I could recall from memory as the e.xploits of this man who is beloved by all who know him, who is equally at home in any of our great cities, and whose acquaintanceship belts the globe." " He's awfully nice looking," said the Girl. " He's a grandfather," replied the Growler, with a grim smile of satis- faction. "So this is the way you go to get into the famous Teche," I remarked tentatively, to avoid a clash which seemed imminent between the Girl and the Growler. "The best way," replied the Colonel. "There are others but they are long and tedious. By this route a short ride of eighty miles from New Orleans brings one to Morgan City, where steamers can be taken and the trip made in a couple of days with every concomitant of comfort. Leaving out all the element of poetic romance, with which Longfellow has environed this waterway, it is one of the most enjoyable outings imaginable, and the tourist who fails to take it when he gets as far as New Orleans does himself a serious injustice. The Teche country is ' The Sugar Bowl ' of Louisiana. Past the beautiful old towns of Pattersonville, Franklin, Jeanerette, New Iberia and St. Martinville, it takes its way — a deep and narrow bayou — lined with splendid plantations, great manorial homes, quaint negro quar- ters, huge sugar houses. Here and there it is spanned with odd wooden bridges which are swung back by hand to give passage to the steamer. The live oaks almost meet overhead at times, and the boat brushes the foliage on the banks as it passes. Here and there wide cane fields stretch out as far as one can see, or vistas intervene where pensive cattle graze in wood- environed meadows. If your captain happens to be a man like Capt. R. H. Allen, a veteran in the service, he will invest every mile of the trip with interest by pointing out some feature of historic or romantic note, and the novelty and charm of the journey will be recalled with gusto for years to come." CHAPTER III. THE SALT MINE OF PETIT ANSE AND THE PROBLEMS IT HAS CONFRONTED SCIENCE WITH — A BIT OF HISTORY AND A GLIMPSE OF PARADISE. I WISH," said the Colonel meditatively, "we had time to drop off at xewiberiaand New Iberia and run over to the salt mine." the salt mine. " Never went through before without doing it," said the Growler. " Ah, there is your traditional Southern home — the best of its famous class — where wealth is the companion of culture, and hospitality is gilded by every refinement of good taste. Talk about your perfect places of abode — well, it is complete." " I have heard papa talk about it so often," said the Girl, " but it seemed so far away I never paid much attention to it ; now I want to know all about it." "You'll never know all about it until you go there," responded the Growler. " This is a case where words are inadequate to do the subject justice." "Well, tell me about the salt mine, anyhow. Colonel," I ventured. "Avery's Island, or Petit Anse, meaning ' Little Goose,' as it was origin- PetitAnseand ally called," responded the Colonel, after some moments of thought, " is Isiands^*^ *^°^^* one of five so-called islands upon the gulf coast, south of New Iberia. They are not now islands in the present sense, but rather knolls that rise from the level of the surrounding marshes. On the other hand, they are indeed such, from the fact that they are surrounded by narrow bayous. Belle Isle, Cote Blanche, Weeks, and Jefferson's, or Orange Island, are the others of the group. Their geology is peculiar, but Avery's is the most remarkable of the five. I have its history from Capt. Dudley Avery, the present owner, whose family has held possession of it for three genera- tions. Under Spanish grants running back to 1765 it was originally par- celled out to a number of holders. After the early French voyageurs came Here's its the Acadians, and later the Spanish settlers from the Iberian peninsula. first°t?meand* On the abolition of slavery in New Jersey in the beginning of the century, source"^'"^' John C. Marsh, the grandfather of the present owner, came south with his slaves. He bought out John Hayes, who was the first actual settler, having located on the island in 1791, and Jesse McCall. Mr. Marsh at once began clearing up a plantation, for at that time the entire island was heavily wooded. Salt springs were known to e.xist before then, the discovery 27 28 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. How the salt came to be first discovered It's a deplorable thing to depend upon water as a beverage, you see ! having been made by John Hayes in 1795. At that time Hayes was a youth living with his mother, who was of Pennsylvania Dutch ancestry. Young Hayes made his discovery by accident. He had been out hunting, had killed a fine buck, and was carrying it home on his shoulders. The day was warm, and when he came to a clear, beautiful spring under a great oak, he threw the deer up in the forks of a tree and stooped to get a drink. He was chagrined to find the water intensely salt. When he reached home he told his mother of the incident. Now salt was a very scarce com- modity in those days, and the old lady shrewdly realized that the saline fluid might be made available for domestic use. She accordingly dis- patched the boy for a jug full of the water, boiled it down and obtained the salt. In this way the family continued to get their supply of the article. Mr. Marsh pursued the practice after he obtained possession, and during the War of 181 2-14 wells some twelve or sixteen feet deep were sunk and the water boiled. The planter continued this primitive practice until 1828, all the time clearing the land and cultivating sugar cane. In the year men- tioned the price of salt was so low and the difficulty of getting it to market from the island so great that it did not pay to manufacture it, and opera- SCENE ON THE TECHE. tions were abandoned. The existence of the salt wells became almost a Saitwas worth tradition until 1861, when the price of salt was $11.00 a barrel in New money then Orleans. In December of that year John Avery, a brother of Capt. Avery, and then a youth of seventeen, asked his father to allow him to repair the old kettles and begin again the manufacture of salt. The request was wil- lingly granted, and the boy soon had his crude plant in operation. He was able to make ten barrels per day, and could sell it readily on the ground for $9.00 per barrel. The profits were tempting, and young Avery was THE SALT MINE OF PETIT AXSE. 29 fired with an ambition to increase his output. So he took the kettles from The ancient an old sugar house and set up a much larger plant. But he then discovered th^'front'ftl*' that his capacity was greater than the supply of brine; the flow of the moment, spring was not sufficient to keep the kettles going. At this juncture an old darkey, Bill Odell, who had been one of the original slaves brought by Mr. Marsh from New Jersey, and who lived until about 1892, came forward and related that there had once been another well, at the bottom of which a pork barrel had been sunk as a curbing. The well had been filled up years before, but Bill remembered the place and pointed it out. On digging at the spot the old barrel was discovered as the ancient slave had predicted, but the well was dry. Young Avery determined to go deeper in the hope LOOKING DOWN THK HAVOU TECIIE. of Striking the flow of water, and while so engaged, at a depth oi about The great ^ ' o o T 1 deposit sixteen feet, one of the workmen reported that he had struck a stump that laid bare, covered the entire bottom of the well. Mr. Avery himself went down, and with a pick managed to dislodge a piece of the 'stump,' which, when he took it to the surface and washed it, proved to be pure rock salt; so pure, in fact, that all analysis show it to be ninety-eight per cent pure chloride of sodium. Various shafts were at once sunk in the neighborhood and the great mass of solid rock-salt uncovered ; the old process of evaporation was of course abandoned, and the mining of the article begun." "The discovery must have created somewhat of a sensation when salt was so scarce," I remarked. 30 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. There were millions in sight, as Col. Sellers would say. It was a bonanza for the Confederacy. A big business boom was on at once. Had enough Slock on hand to start a paper mill. The Federals make a call at the salt works. Some of the people who tackeled it. "It did," replied the Colonel; "it at once attracted the attention of the whole country as the South was in great need of salt, and as soon as the Confederate government heard of the find it dispatched a special agent. Major Broadwell, to the island, and he negotiated a contract with D. D. -Vvery, the father of the present owner, by which a certain part of the property was set aside to be worked by the Confederate government for the supply of the army. The several states were deeply interested, too, and Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi sent commissioners who made similar arrangements that their people might be provided for. A scene of great activity ensued. Many hundreds of men were at work, and at times as many as 500 wagons loaded with the product left the island in a day. Some of these ox-drawn wagons made long trips into Texas and northward, while a great deal of salt was hauled to the Atchafalaya river, thence shipped to Vicksburg by boat and from there distributed by rail. So great was the rush that all else on the island was abandoned. A magnificent crop of cane was left uncultivated and uncut in the fields. The price was fixed at $9.00 per barrel, gold basis, and remained at that until after the close of the war." " And what a bonanza that would have been if the owner had only demanded gold or turned his Confederate money into something of perma- nent value," said the Growler. "Unfortunately, he didn't," continued the Colonel, "and when the Con- federacy succumbed he had $3,000,000 of this worthless paper on hand. In .April, 1863, the Hebrews of Houston offered him a dollar in gold for each three dollars in paper, because they could use it for the purchase of cotton, but he unfortunately declined. Even 2,000 bales of cotton, which the Confederate government had given him in part payment, and which was stored on the Red River, was, through the complicity of dishonest officials, lost to him." " It's a wonder the Federals didn't try to capture the salt works," said the Girl. " They did," responded the Colonel. " When Banks moved up the Teche in 1863 he drove the Confederates out, and destroyed the salt works. A brigade was sent down from New Iberia for that purpose, but after they left repairs were instituted and the work went on. The process of getting out the salt at that time was entirely different than at the present ; the deposit would be uncovered over a space of thirty or forty feet square and the salt taken out of the bottom. Now shafts are sunk and galleries run as in any mine. In 1868 a St. Louis firm, Choteau & Price, took hold of the work. They sunk a shaft and opened the main galleries on the first or upper level. Later the American Salt Co., of New York, leased the property and worked the mine very extensively. They dug a canal through the marsh to the gulf THE SALT MINE OF PETIT ANSE. 31 and secured the twelve mile branch of the Southern Pacific, which had by that time been extended from Morgan City to New Iberia and beyond. Later, under a royalty, the present company, Myles & Bro., of New Orleans, control the output and operate the property." " But isn't the supply likely to be exhausted ?" 1 asked. "Not during your lifetime, young man," the Growler replied, with a Notukeiyto tinge of sarcasm. "The deposit is known to be half a mile square, and has s^'^*""*"""- been bored into to a depth of 1,200 feet without touching bottom. That's pure, solid salt. Let's figure." The Growler extracted a pencil from his pocket and looked about for something to " figure " on. I gave him a card. The Growler "The salt weighs 140 pounds to the cubic foot," he began. " Now suppo>e fancy°figuring. we say it is only 800 feet thick, tho' we know it to be half again as thick, and it may be a mile. But we'll take half a mile square and 800 feet deep." The Growler knit his brows and figured. "Give me another card." he said presently. I handed him one and he labored for a few minutes longer, then breathed a sigh of relief and said : "Well, on that basis we have 1,609,432,346 tons of salt in sight. Do you think there is any likelihood of its running short ? " I had nothing to say, but presently the Girl, who had been engaged in meditation for an unusually long period, remarked : "Well, what I want to know is how the salt got there." "Just what a lot of other curious people who are not content to accept The green- Nature's pranks and practical jokes as they find them, but must go poking fisfup^a stump, about to discover how the old dame played them, have been wanting to know," responded the Growler. " It's all guess work. But the most reason- able theory is that during the Eocene period, when a great sea stretched over all this region, the present mine was an enclosed lagoon. Through some process the salt water it contained was evaporated, the lake was again filled, again evaporated, and so on, each successive stage depositing a strata How the salt of salt, until the lagoon was filled. Then came a great overflow from the lueied'^at. northward which brought a deposit of soil and left it there like a big blanket over the salt. At some period there was a convulsion of Nature which crumpled the whole mass. There were probably successive overflows at long intervals of time, for there are evidences of prehistoric occupation, many of which are now among the treasures of the Smithsonian Institution. Prehistoric A basket, woven of rushes, was found fifteen feet below the surface, with a sau"too." ^ great oak growing over it. Successive stratas of broken pottery seem to show that perhaps prehistoric man reverted here during long ages to get salt. But the most interesting finds have been in the direction of animal life. Preserved by the proximity of the salt these relics are of inestimable value to the blue-goggled scientists, who have had all their preconceived and cob-webbed theories knocked into smithereens bv them. The fossil 32 THROUGH STORYLAXD TO SUNSET SEAS. The sloth, the remains of the sloth and tapir were found on the island before it was known IrjJ-yein^pickie^ they had ever existed on this continent, Later, their remains were found on the Brazos. The skeleton of the mastodon was unearthed sixteen feet below the surface, and among the bones, preserved by the salt, were the masti- cated remains of his last meal — the succulent ends of cane, etc. Professor Marsh examined the jaw and teeth of the horse which were taken out at a It was the first similar depth, and pronounced, them as belonging to the Equus Fraternus, or ' Friendly horse,' closely resembling the equine as we know him to-day. And yet we have not even a tradition of the animal existing on this conti- nent prior to the Spanish invasion. Near the remains of the horse was found a hickory nut so perfectly of its kind. This is not a fish storj'. How it looks down in the mine. preserved that it showed the marks of a squirrel's teeth as freshly cut as tho' he had but just dropped it from a tree-top." i VIEWS ALONG THE TECHE. " You are sure it wasn't a chest- nut, are you ?" I asked. But the Growler only looked at me scornfully and continued : "There is a deposit of lignite on the island eighteen feet thick, large beds of fine fire clay, kaoline in small quantities, and mineral salts are believed to exist, though as yet none have been found." "What does a salt mine look like, anyhow?" the Girl asked; "is it any- thing like a coal mine?" "I shall never forget my visit to the Avery's Island mine," the Colonel responded, meditatively. "The exploit was no less beautiful than novel. We were dropped down a shaft i8o feet deep. The first workings were loo feet below the surface, but have been abandoned, owing to the existence of surface water, due to a fracture of the roof while blasting, for dynamite is used to get the salt out. From the lower level great galleries radiate, of a uniform width of eighty feet and a height of sixty feet. For a quarter of THE SALT MINE OF I'ETIT ANSE. 33 a mile they stretch out in cavernous recesses like colossal ice caves. The walls glisten with a bluish radiance as the lights of the workmen fall upon them. Beneath one's feet the white salt crunches like frost. Far off in the black depths the ruildy tapers of the miners twinkle, and the figures dimly moving about are like those of gnomes busy with some supernatural task. It is weird and spectral. Suddenly a dozen sticks of dynamite are ignited, and a blue radiance lights up the abysmal caverns. The walls glow in a green sheen like the impalpable light of an arctic aurora. A million diamond-like crystals flash from roof and floor. It is all a colossal fairy scene, and infinitely more dazzling and superb and inspiring than any- thing the mind could conjure up. Then the lights go out, and the Pluto- nian darkness, with its occasional glint of cold blue color, and the flitting red lamps that glimmer grewsomely, move one with a touch of the spectral spirit of Dante and the weird legends of the Inferno. Vougo back to the surface to see A fairj' scene and the Inferno all in one. Tin ~AI.T WORKS ON ANlkV the salt crushed and sifted into grades, and to learn that the crystalized cubes that look like per- fect squares of transparent glass an inch on each angle, are used by the northern packers to cap the barrels of pork designed for export, and, indeed, to get a deal of useful information from all the courteous attendants." "What a wonderful place it is," said the Girl. "You haven't heard of half its wonders," replied the Growler. "The Thats where , they make pepperly Tabasco sauce which you find on tables all over the world, and Tabasco sauce, which those of us who eat soups and oysters regard as indispensable, is made on the island, and on the island only. It has a history quite as romantic as the sauce is ' hot.' " 34 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. The Growler gives the youth a rap. "Give US the histon-," 1 said, "but spare us any more hickory nuts of the Eocene period." " If you do not know more at the end of this trip than you do at pres- ent," replied the Growler, with dignity, " it will not be my fault. The Tabasco pepper is a native of the state of that name in Mexico. It is as high tempered as are the natives of that region. In fact it is the very con- centration of all that is demoniacal in pepper. When our troops returned from the Mexican campaign, one of them, who was a friend of Mr. Mcll- henny, a member of the Avery family residing on the island, brought that gentleman some of these peppers. The plant was cultivated on the island for a number of years and the product employed simply for domestic use. Something of the histor5- of a famous sauce, now for the first time put in print. They are little, but, Oh, my ! WOODEN BRi'PGE ON THE TECHE. Mansell White, a well-known gentleman of New Orleans, for a number of years made, for the use of himself and friends, a very fine sauce, the chief ingredients of which were bird's-eye and Chili peppers. At the close of the war this source of supply was cut off, and Mr. Mcllhenny began making what has come to be known as Tabasco sauce. He had been a refugee in Texas, and during his absence the cultivation of the pepper had been neg- lected and only a few wild plants had by chance survived in a neglected hedge where birds had dropped the seeds. Gradually as the fame of the sauce spread and the demand for it increased, Mr. Mcllhenny engaged in its manufacture commercially until now twenty-five acres are given over to its culture, and from 75,000 to 125,000 plants are set out. It requires much care and patience. The seed is sown in March, and the young shoots set out in April. They are protected from the early chill winds by spreading moss over them until strong enough to stand the weather. The picking begins early in September and lasts until the first killing frost." "Are they like our mangoes?" asked the Girl. " Not at all," replied the Growler ; " they are from half an inch to an inch long, very slender and very red. Besides they do not hang pendant on the branches of the plant, but stand upright as though conscious of their strength. After being picked when dead-ripe they are packed in barrels of A GLIMPSE OF PARADISE. 35 stuff is made. Strong brine and can be kept indefinitely. When wa-ited fur use they are macerated, the mucilaginous pulp, which is pure pepper, is extracted and with the addition of a preservative is bottled ready for the market. The How the hot seeds and pulp which form the residue are ground up and sold as a flavor- ing condiment for soups. The sauce has won three gold medals — at New Orleans in '84, and at Chicago and Atlanta in '93. " Quite a place where the residents can find their own supplies of pepper and salt," I said. " And their own sugar and cotton, fruits, grains and vegetables," replied THE HOME OVERLOOKING THE GULF ON AVERY S ISLAND. the Growler. "Where they raise their own beef and pork and mutton, kill deer and bear in their own cane brakes, and can catch the finest fish in abundance, or shoot wild ducks and geese and snipe by myriads with little effort. In fact it's an ideal place, reached by a half hour's ride over the great marshes. Then the land begins to grow higher ; oak covered iiills rise on either side of the track, the highest point reaching an altitude of 180 feet. There are 3,000 acres of arable land besides I don't know how much timber. Picturesque valleys and miniature plateaus are surrounded or hemmed in by these billowy hills. The great oak trees have stood for hundreds of years bedecked with trailing veils of moss and the tendrils of wild vines. On the southeast side of the island is the sugar plantation and the home of Capt. Avery. On the southwestern edge, on an elevation of 100 feet, the home of the other members of the family. The art and litera- Au independ- ent family of course. 36 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. And the island is as near a paradise as we get them. The original home of the ■wanderers. All of which arouses the enthusiasm of the Girl. ture of three generations of culture are gathered here, in a mansion where presidents, poets and statesmen have been guests. From its broad piazzas one can look off through the cathedral arches of the great trees to what seems is the very edge of the planet. To the south and west the salt marshes stretch in infinite expanse that rests the eye. Slender bayous like tangled strands interlace in a confused skein. Far out is a glimpse of azure where Vermilion Bay throws its arm about the marsh to woo it to the billowy gulf beyond. On the west 'Orange Island,' the home of Joseph Jefferson, rises like a blue mound from the sea of undulating marsh grass. To the west and north is the original home of the Acadians, those simple folk whose lives are prose, but whose history is poetry and pathos. On Grege, Carline, Vermilion and Petit Anse prairies, bounded by Avery's Island on the east, Vermilion on the west, and New Iberia on the north, are the descendants of those original settlers who fled before a military mandate from their Acadian homes on the far northeast coast and trans- planted to a sunny land the simple ways of thought and life they held a century ago." "Good, good," cried the Girl, clapping her hands ; "you're just lovely, if i you are a Growler, and you ought to write a book or a poem, or deliver a j lecture, or — or— something of that sort." J CHAPTER IV. NEW IBERIA AND THE LAND OF THE ACADIANS — WITH SOME REFERENCE TO THEIR PAST AND MUCH AS TO THEIR PRESENT. " T T ERE'S a thrifty town of the new school grown out of the old," said 1 1 the Colonel, as the train drew up to the station at New Iberia. " It ought to be a good town, for it is in the center of the richest agricultural section in the world — the very heart of the sugar lands of Louisiana. From the depot to Bayou 'I'eche is only a few blocks. The town is built between these two arteries of its commerce. To all the characteristics of old time comfort it adds a stirring life of manufacture and trade. From here one can run down on the branch line to Abbeville a town, which com- bines an ancient air of (juaintness with much of modern thrift." " F5ut now that we are right in the land of the Acadians, I want to hear something about them," said the Girl. "And so do I," I chimed in, "about their past and their present." ' \N'ell," said the Growler, "I'll let the Colonel do most of the talking, for he has seen more of them than I have, but before he begins I'll tell you of a very delightful interview 1 had with a splendid representative of the race the last time I went over the road. I refer to the Hon. C. H. Mouton, who was Lieutenant-Governor of Louisiana, 1S55-58. during the governorship of Robert C. Wickliff. Mr. Mouton, who is now nearly seventy-three years of age, lived at Lafayette, which was earlier called Vermilionville, until about twelve years ago, when he niov'ed to St. Mar- tinsville, where he now resides. He has practiced law for upwards of half a century. Imagine a tall, straight old gentleman, with clear-cut, intellectual face and bright gray eyes, and you have a picture of my subject. The vigor of his intellect has been in no wise impaired by the years that have come and gone. In talking with him of the Acadians Mr. Mouton said that among the original settlers of this section were the Moutons, Herberts, Duhons, Trahans, Le Blancs and Broussards. I recall that he also told me that in his family there was a tradition that the real name of 37 New Iberia, 125 miles from New Orleans. Population 3.S00. EX-LIKUT. GOVKRNOR MdUTON. A bit of Acadian genealogy. 28850 o 38 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. The Mouton family have a tradition of the real Evangeline. Gave distinguished sons to the state. A prolific family. They traveled in this vp-ay before the days of "The Sunset Limited." And it was a slow process, too. as you can see by this. Longfellow's Evangeline was Emmeline Labiche, and that, as preserved in this legend, the story of her life corresponded in the main with the story of Longfellow's Evangeline. Mr. Mouton's maternal grandmother, whose name was Robichead, came to this section of Louisiana in 1765. Her journey from Acadia was not one a woman would be likely to take now- adays, for she came as far as Baltimore by vessel, and from there to New Orleans on foot. She married in the parish of St. Martin an ex-surgeon of the French army, named Bordea. They had three daughters; one of these married John Mouton, who became the father of the chivalrous Alexandre Mouton, United States Senator, and in 1S42 Governor of Louisiana; one married David Guidry, and one a man named Castille, and later, after his death, the heroic Colonel Alcibiades de Blanc, of St. Mar- tinsville, who became a distinguished Confederate commander, and after- wards served on the supreme bench of the state. Besides the John Mouton referred to, there was another brother, and from these two sprang the hundreds of Moutons who fill the Vermilionville country. As an evidence of the rapidity of the growth of the family, Mr. Mouton told me that he had himself fourteen children, and that when the widow of Edward Mouton died a few years ago, she was mourned by three living children and ninety-seven grandchildren. You will pardon this genealogical digres- sion. I have narrated it because it throws some light on one of the oldest and most numerous of the original Acadian families in all this part of Louisiana." " Now to give you a glimpse of life in those times as related to me by Mr. Mouton. All was wild prairie when his grandfather opened his store, for he was engaged in trade with the Choctaw Indians, who then filled the country. They were a peaceable race, and had not been spoiled by the white man's whisky as our present Indians have been. Once a year his grandfather would load a flatboat with peltries and other products, with flour and sausages and meats to provide them on the way, and with his family and his negro servants would voyage to New Orleans to replenish his stock and enjoy the diversions of the city. It was a trip that consumed a month or two, and was, of course, a great event in the domestic life. The traders who did business at what is now known as Washington, but which was then known by the less euphonious name of Niggertown, because of its large population of free colored people, had an even more arduous task to reach the city. Their flatboats went down the Bayou Court a Blanc, to the Atchafalaya River, from there to Butte a la Rose and into Grand River, and along that stream to Indian Village on Bayou Plaquemine. From Indian Village to the Mississippi it was nine miles against the current, and the boats were ' cordelled,' or drawn up by ropes from the craft to the bank. The rope would be fastened to a tree on the shore and the boat "drawn up THE LAND OF THE ACADIANS. 39 to it, and the operation repeated again and again until the distance was covered. Sometimes a capstan was fixed on the boat and oxen used to draw it up. From the mouth of the bayou the boats were floated down on the broad bosom of the Mississippi to New Orleans. A round trip by this now almost forgotten route not infrequently consumed five and six months. Mr. Mouton also told me the family traditions of La Fitte, but I'll reserve that until later, and let the Colonel tell you more about the Acadians, because we will soon be out of their country, while we have La Fitte with us from the time we leave New Orleans until we get past Lake Charles, so he'll keep, you know." " How the Acadians were expelled from what we now know as Nova Acadian Scotia in 1755," said the Colonel, "is an old story. The more humanitarian not'enoughto thought of our day regards it as an act of tyranny and brutality. The con- ^^^'■>'>°"- science of that time could easily excuse it on the ground of military neces- sity, because, tho' the Acadians were practically English subjects, they per- sistently declined to take the oath of allegiance to the Crown, and were regarded as a perpetual menace to the perpetuity of the colony. However, under the governorship of Charles Lawrence, they were summarily deported after the confiscation of their estates, stock and garnered crops — the accu- mulations of a century and a half of industry. Scattered far and wide throughout the American colonies, many of them made their way to Louisi- Thevknewa ana, to be under the protection of France. But in this they were dis- IThentheysaw appointed, for Spain had but just acquired control. However, they were kindly received and provided for. They settled in what is now St. James parish and scattered largely through the Attakapas country, populating most generally what are the present parishes of St. Landry, Acadia, Vermil- ion, Lafayette, St. Martin and Iberia. Here they live to-day much as their forefathers lived on the Basin of Minas and the Prairie of Grand Pre. Their simple ,.,^ ,1 • 1 iTr 1 1," 1- wavs of living U 1th a few notable exceptions, they are indifferent to the appeals of ambi- and homely tion and to the allurements of affluence. Their homes are simple cottages, very plainly furnished with the bare necessities of living. Their fare is frugal in the extreme. Among the masses education is neglected. The Acadian French, with the Creole patois, is their language. They marry at a very early age and set up housekeeping in a modest cot, where the absence of furniture is soon made up by a numerous progeny. Honest, industrious as needs be to supply their own simple necessities, and religious to a degree, they have few wants ami fewer cares, and if their women do most of the work, the men are kept rea^^onably busy rolling cigarettes for their own consumption. They preserve but one industry peculiar to themselves. and this is in the weaving of cottonades from the nankeen cotton which The primitive they grow. The fiber of this nankeen cotton is of a brownish golden color, peculiar to the Woven by the women upon hand-looms in their own homes, a durable and p^°p ^' 40 THROUGH STORYLAND TO SUNSET SEAS. Didn't know- how to make the most of their opportunities. At this juncture a shrewd northerner came in. Average vahie of products to the acre, S20. pleasing fabric is produced in a variety of patterns. Up to the time of the Exposition of 1884 in New Orleans the industry was in a state of decadence, but Mrs. Sarah Avery Leeds, who took an active interest in the preserva- tion of the handicraft and the welfare of the simple people, devoted herself to encouraging the humble workers, and through the agency of the Chris- tian Woman's Exchange of New Orleans directed attention to and found a market for their wares. The people might all have been possessed of wealth had they been reasonably industrious and acquisitive. They took possession of a paradise, and for a hundred years and more were content to find a frugal living. A few years ago the adventurous northerner, restless and discouraged by the severity of his climate, came and looked at the country. S. L. Gary, who came down to Jennings from Iowa, saw all its possibilities and began telling the world of them. He found the land could be bought for a dollar or two an acre. The natives lassoed long-horned cattle, shot razor-backed hogs, planted the same seed over and over again, and were serene in the enjoyment of what a couple of acres poorly cultivated would produce. The northerner was discouraged by what the natives said of the country, for they averred he'd starve. Nevertheless he pinned his faith to Gary, came and brought his relatives and friends, and now they own, populate and make productive some hundreds of thousands of acres. He found a fertile soil awaiting intelligent treatment. There were no stumps or stones to test his patience. He could get good water at from ten to twenty feet through clay. Bermuda and Japanese clover grew to perfection. Sugar cane yields twenty tons to the acre, rice ten barrels, worth $3.00 per barrel. Hardy vegetables, like radishes, turnips, lettuce and cabbage, grow all winter. Figs and oranges thrive and are profitable. Poultry and stock are at home. With an average altitude of say seventy- five feet, an evenly distributed rainfall of fifty-five inches, a death rate the lowest of any of the states (8 to the 1000), and an immunity from a score of diseases the northerner dreads, it is no wonder that thousands of northern people have come and are annually coming to Southwest Louisiana, and supplanting by magnificent estates the limited and poorly cultivated 'patches' of the Acadian. There are homes here for the millions who in the East and North are looking about for opportunity to better their condi- tion, and, thank goodness, they are beginning to realize it." CHAPTER V. THE TRADiridNS OF LA FITTE THAT ADHERE TO THE COUNTRY BEING TRAVERSED. E VERY waterway we cross and all the bayous and harbors on the where traditions of gulf coast to the south of us, from Barataria Bay to the Sabine the piratical River, are redolent with traditions of La Fitte, the pirate of the gulf," said the Colonel. " 1"he Mermentau, which we cross just beyond Crowley, and IN THE BAYOU COUNTRY OF LOUISIANA. the Calcasieu, at Lake Charles, are peculiarly fraught with local legends of the freebooter's presence, and whether he ever visited them or not, their banks have been liberally dug up by the treasure-seeker, and the stt)ries of his visitations are cherished with wonderful tenacity." " And more unwarranted fiction of the yellows-backed variety has been written ab