December 11, 1895
Wednesday evening trouble arose between John Langston and another white man named Panquin, at the latter’s house three miles south of town and near the Cox Ferry on Bayou D’Arbonne. Hot words were passed, then blows were exchanged, when both men rushed for a gun that was near by. Both men seized the weapon and they were scuffling over it when John Langston received a full load of shot which killed him instantly. The entire charge of the gun entered Langston’s mouth and ranged upwards into his brain. Panquin, who came to town shortly after the tragedy and surrendered to the deputy sheriff asserts that the killing was purely accidental, as he did not intend to slay his antagonist, but in some in explainable manner, in the scuffle, the gun was discharged. When Panquin reached town his face was bloody and bore marks of having been struck in several places. Pauquin is now in jail; Langston is in the cemetery, while the families of both men are in deep trouble. Thus ends most of the conflicts when fire arms are nearby; great troubles are added to small ones and two men’s trouble grows to be the troubles of two families and often of an entire neighborhood. Hot blood, pistols and guns are causing a vast amount of misery in this old world, to say nothing of what is to come in the other world.