Cluff McCullough (1826-1883)

                Cluff was born in Alabama in 1826 and moved to Caldwell Parish in adulthood.  After a few years living in Jackson Parish, he moved to Cottonport, Ouachita Parish in 1878.  Cluff had a wife and five children at home January 10, 1883 when he met his fate. 

                Cluff and Capt. Lemuel Dawson McLain, a local merchant, had an argument about money.  Lemuel owed Cluff and Cluff was planning to move his family to Florida.  Cluff wanted his money right then and Lemuel told him he would meet him at the local bank the next morning.  This wasn't good enough.  The two men began to exchange words.  An eyewitness, W.G. Dunn, testified at the coroner's inquest and described what he saw.  Punctuation has not been changed from the report:

                "I met McCullough this evening and he asked me where McClain was.  I told him he was gone to Black Bayou.  He said he wanted to see him.  I told him we would walk up the street and perhaps we would meet him.  We went as far as Dr. Sholars’ and I turned back.  When I saw him again I had seen McLain, and he asked for him again.  I told him McLain said he would be back there in a few minutes.  He said he would go up the street and look for him and walked off.  After some little time I went up the street and met Mr. McCullough and he said he had been told McLain had come down the street and said McLain was a damn big head fool with his money and that he did not intend to fool with him much longer.  We walked together as far as Mr. Kelley’s saloon; he went in; McLain saw me and came out to me and said he wanted to see me and we walked out on the crossing, about midway in the street, perhaps further, and were talking on business, when McCullough walked up and asked McLain if he was going to pay that money.  McLain said he would, but was very busy then, but if he would meet him at the bank in the morning at 9 o’clock, he would pay him.  McCullough walked off to the other side of the street and turned around and told McLain he would carry the order back to Mr. Mitchner.  McLain repeated again that he would pay him in the morning at 9 o’clock if he would meet him at the bank.  McCullough said he would take it back to Mr. Mitchner; McLain said; “Well carry it back to him then.”  McCullough said to McLain:  “You are acting the damn rascal with me,” and put his hand in his pocket and started back towards McLain; McLain drew his pistol; McCullough had then reached McLain, who shoved him off once or twice and slapped him once.  I shoved him off once and still he pressed upon McLain and shoved him back to the ditch.  I thought McLain would shoot him and I got away; I saw him shoot and McCullough fall."

                W.W. Farmer also testified.  "At one o’clock to-day I went to the house of L.D. McLain on business.  I found McLain absent.  I left the house at 15 minutes past 4 o’clock; as I walked off the gallery McCullough had reached the front gate, after having inquired for McLain at the front door.  Having business with McCullough, I called him and he stopped and we walked together up Jackson street and up DeSiard to Mr. Dedman’s saloon.  We had not quite finished our business, and he said he would call to see me the next morning; he had to see McLain and asked me if I knew where he could find him.  I told him I did not know, but that I was sure he had come back, for Charley Crosley had come back with him, and he said he knew he was in town and was bound to hunt him up.  He said he need not think because he could prance around on fine horses, he could put him off.  Both parties being friends of mine, I made no reply.  He walked into Dedman’s saloon and I walked to Breard’s front door and while standing receipting for a telegram, McCollough passed by and enquired of some one.  If he had seen that high headed McLain.  I did not observe the reply.  I went to D.B. Gunby’s store to show him the telegram; leaving there with D.B. Trousdale, we reached the corner at Sanders’s store and stopped there talking.  At about 5 o’clock I saw McLain and Mr. Dunn standing on the crossing in front of Keller’s saloon, about 8 feet from the western ditch.  McLain had his back to me, Dunn facing me; McCullough was standing on the plank crossing with his back to the river, facing McLain and Dunn.  My attention was attracted particularly to them from McCullough’s excited manner.  I could not hear what either of the two men said; I was distant from them about 90 feet. McCullough suddenly walked in an excited manner from the crossing onto the side walk and suddenly stopped and the next moment he stepped across the ditch towards McLain, and had advanced two or three steps, when McLain drew a large bright pistol, he did not attempt to shoot McCullough at that time, but held it in his right hand and was gesticulating with his left.  I could not hear what either one said.  McCullough continued to advance until he reached McLain; he attempted to catch hold of McLain who pushed him off.  This scuffling began on the north side of the crossing and during its continuance on the south side, Mr. Green Dunn interfered between the parties and separated them.  After he had separated them, Mr. McCullough was about 20 feet from the western ditch out in the street, McLain about 5 feet north west of him.  During this time McLain had not attempted to shoot.  They still continued talking, but I could not hear them. McCullough passed forward towards McLain again, and Mr. Dunn suddenly left and got to the side walk at Keller’s.  McCullough struck at McLain and hit him on the nose and McLain struck at McCullough with his pistol.  McCullough by dodging back escaped the blows; he attempted to catch hold of McLain’s pistol.  McLain jerked back his pistol and extended his left hand to push McCullough back; McCullough caught hold of McLain’s left hand and gave him a jerk which came near throwing McLain down; McLain struggled and thought he was falling, but did not, and as soon as he straightened himself up he leveled his pistol at McCullough.  McCullough till had hold of McLain’s left hand and pressed him back towards the western ditch; then for the first time did I believe McLain intended to shoot and I ran towards the parties with the intention of separating them.  When I had gone about 50 feet towards them the pistol fired and McCullough fell dead."

         Cluff lay dead in DeSiard Street.  The shot had hit him above the right eye.  A massive funeral was held and all that was mortal of Cluff was laid to rest in the Old City Cemetery.  Just a few steps away is the stone angel standing watch over the McLain plot where Lemuel now lies buried. 

Isaiah Garrett (1812-1874) and Narcissa Grayson Garrett (1816-1890)

The Garrett family is one of Monroe's most well-known families. They contributed much to our local history and their names still grace buildings and roads throughout the Parish.
     The patriarch of the family, Isaiah, was born in the town of Franklin, TN September 16, 1812. His birthplace would later be the site of the Battle of Franklin during the Civil War. In 1816, Isaiah's parents moved to Saline County, MO, from which state he was appointed to West Point. He became a graduate of that famous academy in 1833. Isaiah's sight was defective, so he resigned his military commission in 1834 and moved to Ouachita Parish. Garrett was interested in the legal profession, so in 1835 he obtained his license to practice. He went into practice with Judge E.K. Willson, one of the most distinguished lawyers of North Louisiana. Garrett's law office on South Grand Street, is still standing today and is considered one of Monroe's oldest buildings.
     Shortly after moving to Monroe, Isaiah met and fell in love with a charming lady by the name of Narcissa Grayson. Narcissa's father, Col. Thomas Grayson, was a compatriot of Daniel Boone and moved to Caldwell Parish in 1813. The Graysons were one of the founding families of Caldwell Parish. The town of Grayson was named in honor of the family. Thomas approved of the young lawyer courting his youngest daughter, and so, Isaiah and Narcissa were married in Ouachita Parish on May 10, 1836. The couple were the parents of eleven children; five of whom lived to maturity.
     An incident in the life of Narcissa and Isaiah, illustrates the limited medical knowledge of the early 1800's. In February of 1844, Isaiah and Narcissa took a trip to New Orleans to hear the great orator and Congressman Henry Clay speak. With them on the trip were their three year old son Frank and his nurse. After a delightful time in the city, the couple and several others from Ouachita decided to take the trip back home to Monroe on board the steamboat Buckeye. Isaiah refused to retire to his room until the boat had left the Mississippi river. Narcissa placed her son on the lower berth and lay down on the upper berth. Some time between three and four o'clock in the morning, Narcissa was jarred awake by a collision. It felt as if the ship had run into the bank. In reality, the Buckeye had collided with the steamboat DeSoto. Isaiah came back to his cabin, collected the family and began making his way to the bow. Narcissa was swept away by the current and became separated. She was later rescued. Frank had been separated from Isaiah by the crowd, but was found floating on a mattress by a family friend. Isaiah was later found half drowned, but alive. Only after Narcissa was rescued and placed by a fire did she feel her left wrist in excruciating pain. It was later determined that her wrist bone had split during the accident. A year after the accident when her hand did not improve it was amputated by a doctor in New Orleans. The operation was before the use of chloroform, so Narcissa endured the procedure awake.

     Isaiah retired from law in 1857 to his estate called Lindwood. He had a reputation of being an honest, upright citizen and everyone thought well of him. It was that reason why, in 1861, he was called to represent Ouachita in Louisiana's Secession Convention. Garrett lobbied hard as a cooperationist, and warned the convention that it would be a long and bloody war if Louisiana seceded. He was one of only seven men that refused to sign the ordinance of secession. Garrett returned to his beloved Lindwood and prepared for war.
Because of his vision, Isaiah could not serve the Confederacy as a soldier, but he served in other ways. Two sons were sent to serve the Confederacy. Isaiah became chairman of the state military board. After his service there, he returned to Ouachita and established a private hospital for wounded and sick Confederate soldiers all the way to the end of the war.
     After the Civil War, Isaiah came out of retirement and practiced law again. He became a well-known Democrat and fought against Reconstruction right up until his death. In early May of 1874, Isaiah and his friend Henry Dobson were riding down DeSiard Street in a two-horse buggy. The horses took fright and made for the river at head-long speed. Mr. Dobson saw a vacant lot and steered the horses into it. While turning the buggy, it overturned in the lot, throwing Dobson and Garrett on the ground. Garrett landed on his head. Dobson recovered, but Garrett lingered in a coma for three days. On May 7, surrounded by friends and family, Isaiah breathed his last. He was buried in Monroe's Old City Cemetery. Narcissa survived Isaiah by sixteen years and was buried beside him. There they continue to rest over one hundred years later.

William Mills Wood Farmer (1840-1883)

William Wood Farmer, Jr. was born the son of William Wood, Sr. [A Lieutenant Governor of Louisiana.  The town of Farmerville, LA was named for him.] and Pamela Ann Mixon Mason Farmer. His original middle name was Mills in honor of his father's father, but in 1861 he changed it to Wood in memory of his father. He never married. He apparently dated an Emily Tew but it didn't work out. Sallie Garrett [daughter of Isaiah and Narcissa] wrote a letter to her brother dated September 9th, 1860 in which she said, "I believe Emma Tew's and Mr. Farmer's attachment has ceased. I think as he generally does he was only coqueting with her." When he died, William was buried in the Monroe Cemetery. His grave is not marked. On an 1886 Plat Map for the Monroe City Cemetery, the W.W. Farmer plot was plot #80, which was located where the two avenues in the cemetery meet (near the Purvis/Stevens marker and flag pole).

W.W. Farmer Plot, Old City Cemetery

The Monroe Bulletin
Wednesday, April 18, 1883
Page 3, Column 1
Judge Farmer's funeral took place Sunday evening at 4 o'clock from Grace Episcopal Church to the Monroe Cemetery. The church was filled with friends. Rev. Mr. Prosser officiated. The pall bearers were L.D. McLain, Dr. T.O. Brewer, W.G. Kennedy, Dr. T.Y. Aby, F.Y. Dabney, W.T. Atkins. The floral tribute was beautiful and plentiful.

The Monroe Bulletin
Wednesday, April 18, 1883
Page 3, Column 2
Judge W.W. Farmer.
Judge William Wood Farmer died at his residence in Monroe, at 3 o'clock a.m., last Saturday, the 14th of April. Life's fitful fever is over at the early age of 43 years and 15 days.
Judge Farmer was the only son of ex-Gov. Farmer, and was born in Union parish on the 29th of March, 1840. He graduated at Centenary College in 1858 with first honors. He read law with Morrison & Purvis and was licensed by the Law College of New Orleans in 1861.
The war found him an ardent sympathizer with the South, and he joined Dreux's battalion [Co. D, 1st Special Battn.] and served the first term of his enlistment as a private. In 1862 he was chosen captain of a company that became a part of Morrison's regiment [Co. H, 31st LA Inf.]. He was engaged in all the battles preceding the investment of Vicksburg and was among the prisoners of that memorable surrender.
He formed a law partnership with Col. C.H. Morrison [note: This is William's brother-in-law Charles Henry Morrison, married to his sister Fannie] in 1865 and continued it with great success until Morrison died and his health failed in 1875. He was a member of (t)he lower House of the State Legislature in 1880 and chairman of the Ways and Means Committee. He was chosen by that assembly Judge of the Second Circuit and resigned. In 1881 he gave up the judgeship and resumed the practice of the law.
Judge Farmer's mind was large, his perception quick and his reasoning bordered upon intuition. There was no plodding — a case stated was covered by an opinion. His reading was extensive, his memory tenacious and the collation of the authorities was all that was necessary to confirm his conclusion. He was honest and had a supreme contempt for Quirk, Gammon & Snap practice. Whenever a client had a case to make he found in Farmer a lawyer unremitting in his exertions to secure his rights. He never made an effort to mislead a court by suppressing evidence, garbling authorities or toadying his views to judges in private. He rested upon the law and the evidence as they were written and his urged them with a force that every adversary dreaded.
As Judge of the Second Circuit he was laborious beyond his strength. He heard argument patiently, examined evidence closely, read authorities carefully and decided conscientiously. We have it from him that he made no law while in the ermine; that he was merely its interpreter, no matter at times of its distastefulness.
Judge Farmer never married, and a name that will ever be remembered in Louisiana with honor is now extinct. His nearest relation is Farmer Morrison, a nephew and an orphan, a lad of eight years. "Gone forever! Such men always die too young; but their example lives after them, and so molds and shapes coming events that the order of affairs is tending ever to a higher and a more just public control, is carving a pathway through the darkness of the past to a brighter, more hopeful and peaceful future. In losing him the State has lost an able defender, and good men an admirer, and ourself one of the best of friends and the safest of advisers."

The Sad Tale of Sidney and Annie Saunders

Many people have asked about the stern looking statue in the cemetery that faces old downtown with a scroll in his hand.  Who was he?  Well sit back and get ready for a long tale involving gossip, prostitution, arson and maybe…murder.

          Sidney W. Saunders was born in Mississippi in 1846 to the union of James and Sarah Saunders.  When he was very young, his parents moved him and his siblings to Morehouse Parish Louisiana.  By the 1860 census, Sidney and his six brothers and sisters were orphans.

          After serving as a Private in Company B., Third Louisiana Infantry during the Civil War, Sidney settled down in the booming town of Monroe.  He soon became a wealthy grocer and saloonkeeper.  Rumors flew that he made his money gambling, which was socially unacceptable at the time.  Sidney was considered low-classed and most of the town looked down on him.  The rumors increased when Sidney came back from a trip in 1875 with a “wife” on his arm.  Her name was Annie E. Livingston.

          Annie was born to the union of Alfred N. and Catherine Livingston in Morehouse Parish around the year 1852.  Annie’s father died in the 1850’s and her mother remarried to a man named J.C. Wright.  It is possible that Annie and Sidney grew up together in Morehouse Parish.  This is probably how they met.  The people of Monroe, however, whispered that she was just a prostitute Sidney picked up.  Town gossip also said she was of mixed race.  Sidney and Annie ignored the talk.

          Sidney and Annie had a son together named Willie St. John Saunders. The 1850 Morehouse Parish census shows a thirteen year-old boy living with Annie’s parents named William St. John, born in Ireland.  What relation this person was to Annie is left to speculation.  It is obvious though that she regarded him highly enough to name her son after him.  Willie was born around the year 1874, before their alleged marriage.  Rumors have said that Sidney never acknowledged the child as his.  The 1880 Ouachita Parish census seems to strengthen that position, since Sidney is listed as being single and Annie and Willie are living with her mother Kate Wright.  Annie is also listed as a Wright. 

          The Monroe Bulletin of May 19, 1886 carried the following article:  “Willie St. John Saunders, son of Mr. and Mrs. S.W. Saunders, died suddenly at his father’s residence in this city Thursday night, aged twelve years.”  It is unknown why Willie died.  A year later, the paper announced that Mr. and Mrs. S.W. Saunders had left on a pleasure trip to California.  It was probably to take her mind off of the anniversary of Willie’s death.

          Two years after Willie’s death, on August 10, 1888 a fire was discovered inside one of Saunders’ buildings at old Five Points.  It eventually destroyed eight buildings and did about ten to fifteen thousand dollars in damage.  The citizens of Monroe decided that Sidney set the fire to collect insurance money.  He was put on trial, but his lawyers received a continuance on the grounds that Sidney was unable mentally and physically to stand trial.  In the same issue of the Ouachita Telegraph that has a transcript of the trial, there is a list of proceedings from a meeting of concerned Monroe citizens.  On August 14, 1888, citizens gathered at Lemie & Simon’s Hall.  Chaired by Fred Endom, the group’s resolutions urged the Monroe police force to “…rigidly enforce the laws in accordance with their oaths of office without fear or favor…” and investigate the fires thoroughly.  In other words, convict Saunders, or they would do it themselves.  Judge Richardson, the trial judge and Mr. Hudson, the prosecutor, defended their actions and claimed they were doing all they could. 

          Sidney was constantly afraid of being lynched for the fire and was deeply troubled by his problems.  On January 22, 1889, Sidney bought a lot in the Monroe City Cemetery from Mayor A.J. Herring for fifty dollars.  On February 1, neighbors heard Annie screaming and came running.  Sidney was found in his room with a bullet wound to the back of the head.  Physicians were called, but were unable to do anything.  Sidney died a few minutes later.  The death was quietly ruled a suicide.  Was it murder?  Suicide?  Was Sidney planning his suicide or preparing for any eventuality when he bought the cemetery lot?  Did someone who lost his business in the big fire decide to get even?  Did Annie finally have enough of Sidney’s treatment and decide to once and for all be free?  Can a person bent on suicide shoot themselves in the back of the head?  That is all left to speculation unfortunately.    A hint of what Annie’s thoughts were are written on her husband’s monument:  “Sidney, I could have well forgiven that last seemingly cruel act of thine, for you wanted me with you in heaven, had you with your life taken mine.” 

          Rumors that Sidney and Annie were never married were still active among the Monroe society.  When Sidney’s brothers and sisters demanded proof of their marriage, Annie was so distraught that they understood her to say they were married in New Orleans.  When the marriage license was not found there, the siblings swooped on the inheritance and completely cut her out.  Sidney’s inheritance was worth almost $83,000, which was a princely sum in 1889.  Annie came out of her grief long enough to fight back.  She claimed they had married in St. Louis, MO, sent a courier north to retrieve the license and eventually won her case.  Annie’s part of the inheritance was property in Texarkana and about $7,250 in cash and notes.  The total was a little less than ten percent of the inheritance.  The rest was divided among the siblings.  She wasn’t through with Monroe though.

          Because Annie had been so degraded and reviled among society, she used most of the inheritance to build Sidney a lasting tomb and monument in the City Cemetery.  On top of the tomb is a statue of Sidney.  It isn’t an exact likeness though.  The model was a man named Mr. Wingold, an employee of the monument company.  In the statue’s left hand he holds a scroll.  Engraved upon the scroll was a copy of their marriage license.  His gaze stares fixedly on what was then the prominent side of Monroe.  It was basically a slap in the face of the society that shunned them.  The citizens of Monroe were not impressed.  Martha Frances Surghnor said of the monument in her diary, “Sid Saunders the ‘fire bug’ has a monument that would almost do for a U.S. President, but it will only ‘perfect his infamy.’”

          Annie moved the bodies of her husband and son to the tomb.  Sidney’s desk and chair, a sewing machine and her son’s velocipede (a type of tricycle) were also moved to the tomb.  According to her obituary, she even hung curtains!  Rumors said she would go to the tomb daily to cry, pray, read her bible and sew. 

          Annie eventually moved to Texarkana, AR where she married William C. Hardin in 1891.  William became mayor of Texarkana, TX from 1896-1900 and Annie was first lady.  In 1911 William deserted Annie and secretly divorced her.  He died around the year 1925.  The Hardin family fought Annie over the inheritance saying they had been divorced!  She fought the Hardins and successfully had the divorce annulled two weeks before her death.  On Sunday, November 21, 1926 at her home in Texarkana, TX, Annie Hardin got too close to an open gas stove and her clothes caught on fire.  Her body was brought back to Monroe and placed in the Saunders tomb.  There is no inscription for Annie on the monument.  She is most certainly there, however.  At the request of family members in 1985, the tomb was opened and drained.  Found inside were pieces of a sewing machine, a red wagon and three coffins:  two adults and one child.

          Even in modern times, the question remained.  Were Sidney and Annie really married in St. Louis?  In 2001, researchers with the Ouachita Parish Public Library found a copy of Sidney and Annie’s Marriage Register in the records of the city of St. Louis, MO.  The record is word for word what is engraved on the scroll on Sidney’s monument, stating they had been married on March 25, 1875 in St. Louis.  The certified register now hangs in a frame on a shelf of the Genealogy Department.  The discovery of the register should have ended the rumors but there is still room for speculation.  The register was not filed and recorded until April 24, 1889, fourteen years after the marriage and almost three months after Sidney’s suicide; right in the middle of Annie’s fight with Sidney’s siblings.  Coincidence?

Elias W. "Eli" Mealy (January 13, 1833 - February 5, 1908)

E.W. Mealy was one of Monroe's most well-known photographers well before Griffin came along.  He was the man to see if you wanted a "likeness" done. 

Copied from the 1893 Worlds Fair Edition of the Monroe Evening News found in the Special Collections Department, Ouachita Parish Public Library:

Typography is well named "the art preservative" and photography might with equal justice be called "the art creative," for how like creation is the evolution of a finished photograph?
Photography is also one of the fine arts, still ALL photographers are not ARTISTS. However, the citizens of Monroe can flatter themselves with the fact that in E.W. Mealy they have a photographer who is also an artist. His work speaks for him.
Born in Richmond, Va., fifty-nine years ago, he spent some of the best years of his life fighting for the Lost Cause, as a member of the Sixteenth Mississippi Volunteers. [He was in Company A, Summit Rifles, raised in Pike County, MS]
Coming to Monroe in 1867 [His first ad appeared in the Ouachita Telegraph June 13, 1867] he went into the photographic and fancy goods business. His good work in his line soon won for him a fine trade, while "the perfect fitness" of the combination of the making of artistic work and the sale of fancy goods seemed like an inspiration. As a matter of course business prospered with him, and in a few years he was able to build a business house suited to his wants, and one, by the way, an ornament to the city and that would be a credit to a city double the size of ours. This property to-day is valued at $20,000, and his last year's business represented a value of $8000.
This is one of the institutions of Monroe which entitle her to the name of the Parlor City.
The markets of the world are represented here, not only in the finished artistic products, but also in the tools and materials necessary in the several kinds of art work. In the line of pictures the artistic chromo, the fine engraving and the more costly oil painting adorn the walls, and everything at prices suited alike to the purse of the banker or the common laborer.
Mr. Mealy is always alive to the material interests of the town he calls home, and is ever ready to assist with his counsel or his money any enterprise looking to the building up of the Queen of the Ouachita valley.
Prominent in business, he occupies a similar position in religious, fraternal and social circles. A member of the Presbyterian church, he assists in its work in the character of deacon. As an ex-Confederate soldier, with tender and thrilling memories of the days that "tried men's souls," he is a member of Henry W. Allen camp of United Confederate Veterans; and as a believer in world-wide fraternity, is a Knight of Pythias.

He married Henrietta Howe in Ouachita Parish October 15, 1868. They had no children.

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John H. Day: Battle of the Little Bighorn Survivor

Not much is known about John H. Day in his early years.  We find a likely candidate for him on the 1860 Warren County, Indiana census:  John Day, eight years old, living in the household of Archibald Johnson, born in Ohio.  We next hear from him on September 23, 1873.  On this date, John H. Day, shoemaker from Warren County, IN, born March, 1851 enlists as a private in George Armstrong Custer’s famed Seventh Cavalry, Company H.  Day would have a date with destiny less than three years later on the rough landscape of Montana.  On June 25^th, just before the Battle of the Little Bighorn, Custer divided his men into three battalions.  Day’s Company fell under the command of Frederick Benteen.  Each battalion was sent out to scout for the Indian encampment.

            Summoned by Custer to “Bring pacs”, Benteen stumbled across Marcus Reno’s battalion under heavy fire from the Sioux on a bluff overlooking the Little Bighorn River.   Just as they were surrounded, gunfire was heard to the north and the Sioux broke off to join the fight.  It was Custer’s last stand.  Benteen decided to stay and reinforce Reno’s battered troops instead of marching on to help Custer as ordered.  Later, after defeating Custer, the Sioux, joined by the Northern Cheyenne, returned to fight Reno and Benteen.  The fight continued until dark and resumed the next day.  Many men earned Medal of Honor awards during the fight for getting water from the river to wounded men under heavy fire.  Day’s Company H was credited by Reno with helping hold off a severe attack that day.  All seemed hopeless.  Relief was coming, however.  General Alfred Terry was approaching with reinforcements from the north and the Sioux and Cheyenne retreated.  At the end of the battle, 52% of the Seventh Cavalry troops were dead.  The horrors Day and his fellow soldiers must have seen would be beyond imagination.

            Almost ten years later, Day appears in Ouachita Parish.  He marries a local widow, Eliza Parks and settles down in the bustling town of Monroe. Day and his wife lead a poor but quiet life.  Then the arson fires began.  For several months in the first half of 1894, mysterious fires had occurred in Monroe.  People clamored for a suspect.  On Wednesday, June 14^th, three fires occurred in different parts of the town at different times: some during the day, some at night.  A bundle of kindling was found at each place where the fires occurred.  The pine was secured together with a wire.  A bloodhound was set on the trail.  After running around for a while, the dog led them right to Day’s gate.  His house was searched and a similar bundle of pine, tied with wire was found.  Day’s clothes were covered in whitewash and cobwebs.  The authorities claimed it was from crawling under houses that were fired.  That was evidence enough.  Day was arrested and put in jail.  Late that night, a crowd of men got the keys to the jail from the policeman on duty and Day was drug out.  The next day, his body was found hanging from a tree near one of the burned houses. 

Monroe newspapers do not survive from this time period, but papers from surrounding parishes do.  For the most part, they agreed that Day’s lynching was justified.  Homer’s Guardian-Journal even crowed, “Lynch law is always to be deplored, but no community can tolerate fire bugs.”  There was one newspaper that dissented from the rest.  The Lake Providence Banner-Democrat devoted almost an entire column to the lynching entitled “Judge Lynch at Monroe”.  Their remarks were scathing.  “The taking of human life on circumstantial evidence of this kind by unauthorized parties is murder, consequently totally unjustifiable and the lynchers should be prosecuted.”  The article went on to say, “Of course, as usual no one knows the lynchers, but, we presume, everybody can spell their names.”  “She claims to be the “Parlor City,” but her annals would read more like those of a frontier town.”  The Banner-Democrat warned in the last paragraph, “Let lynching like that of Monroe go unpunished, and you may as well license it for other supposed offenses:  allow lynching for arson and where will you draw the line?”

Day’s Widow Eliza never remarried and died at the age of 58 on February 19, 1901.  She was buried in Monroe’s Old City Cemetery. 

What happened to Day’s body will never be known.  His memory and deeds are long forgotten, no photos of him are known to exist.  It is unlikely that the people who lynched him ever knew he served with Custer.  It is quite ironic that he would survive the horrors of the Little Bighorn only to die at the hands of local citizens he had sworn to protect as an army private.  Part of that wrong was recently rectified.  Due to the efforts of a local reinactor, Day now has a military marker next to his wife.  Rest in peace, John H. Day.

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