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
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.
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.
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.
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.'
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.
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.
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.
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.
