This is mnoGoSearch's cache of http://files.usgwarchives.net/la/acadia/history/miltonwn.txt. It is a snapshot of the page as it appeared during last crawling. The current page could have changed in the meantime.

Last modified: Tue, 09 Sep 2008, 21:47:55 EDT    Size: 7669
Acadia Parish Louisiana Archives History.....
Pioneer Deputy Experienced Many Tense Moments January 1, 1949

************************************************
Copyright.  All rights reserved.
http://usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm
http://usgwarchives.net/la/lafiles.htm
************************************************
 


************************************************

File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by:
James Ojerholm James@ojerholm.com April 24, 2006, 4:24 pm

Crowley Daily Signal January 1, 1949
Pioneer Deputy Experienced Many Tense Moments

By Mrs. Charles F. Bruner

     First deputy sheriff and combined tax collector of Acadia Parish, in the 
Sheriff W.E. Lyons’ regime, William N. Milton was a native of Jackson, 
Mississippi, and came to Crowley in 1887 at the very start of the town’s 
development.  He owned one of the first homes in Crowley which is still 
standing today on the west side of Avenue H between Third and Fourth streets.  
Here the future chief of police, Boyd C. Milton and Jennie Milton were born.

     Pioneer Tax Collecting

     In his official capacity, Mr. Milton drove over the parish behind two 
fiery and flighty bays, “Star” and “Fly”, gathering in tax money.  There were, 
of course, no roads, no means of conveyance other than horse, mule and oxen, 
and scattered residents of the prairie never came in to the parish seat to pay 
their taxes as is the regular thing today.  
     Deputy Collector Milton would frequently be gone six or seven days, 
returning with money bags full of silver and gold coins.  And that, too, was a 
special problem, what with no bank, no vaults, no lock-boxes. 
     Vivid in the memories of his family members today and stamped indelibly 
on their mental albums are those nights when, after supper, lamps alight, 
shades carefully drawn, heavy doors bolted, Mr. Milton would spread a thick 
tufted silence-pad, about six feet square, on the floor of his room.  Two 
pistols were placed carefully beside him, one to his right, one to his left.  
Then the moment arrived when the money bags were opened and carefully and 
silently, their contents poured out.
     The rays of the lighted lamp caught the gleam of the heaps of silver and 
gold and it was a somewhat sinister and breath-taking sensation to see their 
father, note-book, pencil, tax roll names, tax receipts, all at hand, check 
the amount of the collections against those who had paid.   After everything 
tallied to the penny the scene reversed, money being rebagged, stacked in his 
big desk which was Yale and pad-locked, pistols placed under his pillows, a 
Winchester rifle leaning against the nearby desk for his gentle wife’s weapon 
if need arose.  Only then was the custodian of the new parish tax money ready 
for bed and a restless night’s repose.  In those days of wild and woolly 
marauders, with miles of wasteland uninhabited, this former Captain of the 
Militia and 32nd degree Mason needed all his courage and grit.

Early Election Anecdote

     Mr. Milton was not only a politician but a churchman, being a steward of 
the First Methodist Church.  Brisco C. Carter was pastor of the Crowley church 
at that time.  And, in those days, Negroes voted in every election.  On the 
eve of election, secret private conferences were held with Sheriff Lyons, W.W. 
Duson, Michael Egan, Judge J.E. Barry, Reverend Carter, Tom Toler and Deputh 
Milton seated around the lamp-lit table.  The result?  Wooden kegs 
of “spirits” were loaded into a rude conveyance drawn by “Star” and “Fly”, 
bakery bread from Mrs. Guidry’s shop (where Faulk’s Jewelry Store now stands), 
pickled beef from J. Frankel’s store and other foodstuff and refreshment 
gathered for the Negro voters, who were congregated in one place around huge 
bonfires to pass the night awaiting opening of the polls in the early morn.
     Election day results of the secret conference and big feed?  The election 
was won!  The contriving party was swept into power, one might say these many 
years later, on spirits, buns and beef!

Apprehension of Trapper

     Another oft-told tale in connection with Milton’s Acadia Parish 
experiences is the story of a dangerous trapping suspect on the Mermentau 
River where not only truly wild animals were trapped but domestic ones as 
well.  Suspicion fell strongly on one man although none dared voice their 
doubts of his honesty because of his reputation as a dangerous character.  
     Evidence proved insufficient time and again until one day when a call 
came in from Mermentau section that a prize imported Duroc Jersey calf bought 
for commercial purposes had been trapped.
     The irate owner, with a tuft of registered red hair-from his stolen Duroc 
Jersey-clutched in hand, stalked into headquarters, demanding this suspect be 
investigated without evidence, threatening to take the law into his own hands 
of such were not done.  
     So Deputy Sheriff Milton, with conquering look in eye, warrant in hand, 
assumed his most impressive official militant look and mien and entered the 
trapping abode on the Mermentau.
     A hand was held up by the trapper invoking silence, his other hand busily 
engaged in rocking a large hand-fashioned cradle.  He admonished the deputy 
and his aides to silence explaining quietly that his infant was desperately 
ill.  He continued the anxious rocking while his abode was being searched in 
vain.  No imported Duroc Jersey red hair was in evidence, nor any calf, 
domestic of imported!
     Deputy Sheriff Milton stood pondering and, wise in the devious ways of 
the wily wrong-doers of that primitive time, noted that no murmur of distress 
emanated from under the voluminous covers; no peering of anxious solicitous 
father into the cradle of the sick child; no ascertaining of the warmth of the 
babe’s brow; no outcry from the ailing infant.
     Then, pondering done with, the officer stepped forward and gently raised 
the covers from the cradle.
     And there the registered Duroc reposed, devoid of every prized red 
registered hair!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Additional Comments:
I retyped this article from the "Golden Anniversay Edition" 1899-1949 edition 
of the Crowley Daily Signal.  "An Album of Acadia Parish and Neighboring 
Communities"  The publication has 176 pages to it.  Most of the articles have 
photos accompanying them (as did this one) but wasn't sure if you'd accept 
a .jpeg attachment.  There are many photos that aren't associated with 
articles, just pictures of the early residents, pioneers, buildings, etc.  It 
is rather large in size, about 24 inches high x 12 inches wide so I can't scan 
anything in its entireity and have to retype it but I can scan the photos.  Of 
course they are not of a very high quality as its on newspaper print and most 
of the photos when printed in the paper were already old; taken from 
collections etc.  I chose this particular article for the human interest value 
but there are many others with historical  and genealogical content i.e "How 
Acadia Parish Was Born" which runs several pages.   Being a genealogist, I'm 
concerned the historical content of this publication might become lost and 
hence I'm forwarding it to you for preservation and to make it available to 
others who are interested.   If you agree, I'd like to send on further copies 
of articles in the future and if you're interested in photos let me know. 

PS.  I'm not sure of the exact date of publication as it doesn't specify.  It 
only says golden anniversay edition so it was sometime in 1949.