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Welcome! I'm
Rob Salzman of
4130 SW 117th Ave # 415 Beaverton, OR, 97005 USA
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Family Sheet
HUSBAND
Name: William Ellison AdgerMale Note
Born: 21 Aug 1837 1837-8-21 at South Carolina South Carolina
Married: 1 Feb 1860 1860-2-1 at Winnsboro, South Carolina Winnsboro, South Carolina
Died: 21 Nov 1877 1877-11-21 at Bossier Parish, Louisiana Bossier Parish, Louisiana
WIFE
Name: Mary Moultrie Gamble
Born: 28 Jun 1839 at South Carolina
Died: 18 Oct 1885 at Bossier Parish, Louisiana
CHILDREN
NOTES
1). I am taking the following notes directly from a paper tha t William Ellison s son, Ellison Moultrie wrote about wha t he remembered Shortly after their marriage my parents moved permenantly t o Louisiana. He had been in Louisiana and South Carolina as sisting his father with the farming interest in both thes e states. When They decided to move to Louisiana it was qui te an undertaking. My parents came by steamer to New Orlea ns, then up the Mississippi and Red Rivers to Carolina Bluf fs in Bossier Parish, which was then the head of navagatio n for some years on account of the rafts in the river. Th e horses, mules and cattle, as well as the Negroes all cam e over land, a trip that took weeks if not months. The wago n train was in charge of an over seer . Old Ma Jane a s we called her often described this trip to me. She wa s a very remarkable old Negro of pure African decent, but w ith a heart of gold for all our family, which included fiv e generations. She was only a year older than my grandfath er. She served our family from my great grandfather throug h to my children. She died when she was one hundred and tw o years old. She said after a great many weeks they at las t reached the Mississippi River on Christmas Day. She di d not remember the place, but it must have been Vicksburg o r Natchez, I am rather inclined to think it was the latter , as she said there was a hotel where they were dancing i n one room and a corpse was laid out in the next room , muc h to the horror of the traveling Negroes. This sounds lik e the record ofNatchez under the Hill in the early day s of the steam boats. After leaving Natchez or Vicksburg they started across th e great swamp between there and Monroe. You can just imagi ne what conditions on the roads where then in December. i n fact there was hardly any roads to speak of and they cam e through almost a wilderness inhabited by Indians, howeve r friendly Indians. There was a great deal of gamedeer, turkeys, ducks, gees e and bear. The Indians would have big pots of venison cook ing along the route and the Indian children would filch c hunks of the meat out of the boiling water and run away i n the woods to eat it. They were expert in this and she sa id they never seemed to get burned in doing so. When my grandfather decided to build a home in Louisiana h e arranged to get lumber from Underwood Mill., which was lo cated in the flat country between where Benton and Alden Br idge now stand. Only the best trees were selected in the b uilding of Chicora. It was the general custom then for mil ls to square up the big logs until the heart was reached, t hen to saw the squared heart of the virgin pine into the de sired sizes of lumber, dry it and there being no plainer th en all the lumber was hand dressed with hand planes by th e carpenters. These huge virgin pine trees were no doubt s ome of them hundreds of years old and generally had a tower ing trunk without any limbs until almost at the extreme top . I have not seen one of these virgin pines in many year s and doubt if many yet survive the saw mills and the win d storms. My father was very fond of hunting and at the time of his d eath in 1877 a perfect set of deer antlers adorned the to p of every post around our front lawn which was mute eviden ce of his fine marksmanship. When my family came to Louisi ana from South Carolina in the early part of the last centu ry, Bossier Parish was a hunters paradise. Ma Jane said th ey brought a good deal of bacon and cured meats with them f rom South Carolina but game was so plentiful and easy to se cure they hardly used any of the salt meats. When the early settlers first arrived in North Louisiana i t was covered with virgin forest of beautiful trees, In th e hill section hugh pines and oaks and in the Red River bot toms giant cottonwood, ash and such woods. In the upland s or what is termed hills the Indians had made a practic e each year of burning over the woods, perhaps to run the g ame out to them. Any way this practice of burning the wood s yearly kept all the underbrush down and only the big ol d virgin pines and oaks stood the ravages of the fire and t he whole wooded section had the appearance of a stately par k and I have been told you could see a deer as he gracefull y bounded through the park like vistas several hundred yard s away. My father did most of his deer hunting with out dogs. Some times he would hunt at night with a crude flash light on hi s head. This light would shine the eyes of the game. It w as very necessary however to be experienced in this mode o f hunting and to know what sort of eyes you were shinning , otherwise, the hunter might make a serious mistake. One n ight my father was out deer hunting this way and with him w as Dr. Wilson who lived in our home at that time. My fathe r saw a pair of eyes shinning but paid no attention to them . Later Dr. Wilson who had very litle experience in nigh t hunting saw the eyes, and blazed away at them with a doub le barrel shot gun, loaded with buck shot. sad to relate t he next day Uncle Soloman, Old Ma Jane s brother came to re port some one had shot his work horse, so Dr. Wilson had t o buy the old man another horse and the Doctor quit night h unting from that time on. My father was also very fond of duck hunting. Old Uncle No ah often went on the lake with him. This old man was of pu re African decent and was very tall, about 6 foot 6 inches . Once when they were out hunting the boat overturned an d Uncle Noah took my father on his back and waded to shore , through waters that would have forced any ordinary man t o swim. My father s favorite saddle horse was a white horse named Tom , who lived some years after my fathers death. This o ld horse ran away with some one the day before his death a t the age of 30 years which was quite aged for a horse. M y father often rode this horse hunting as he was swift an d sure of foot. A Cousin told me he was out hunting with m y father, they jumped a turkey gobbler and my father shot h im through the head while the turkey and Tom were both runn ing. Chicora is the Indian name for Carolina. Chicora wa s a duplicate of Albion the plantation home in South Caro lina. I would say from these stories, that Ellison not only love d his father very much, he was also very proud of him. T o quote Abraham Lincoln, I like to see a man proud of hi s place, I like to see a man live so his place is proud o f him. Compiled by Lucie Adger.
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