February 15, 1899
North Louisiana people won’t have to go to the blizzard-stricken Dakotas to get a taste of wintry blasts this year. They got it right here in the “Sunny South” last week; and got it in dead earnest, too. The cold weather was of the all-wool-and-a-yard-wide quality. It was the pure article, genuine and unadulterated with anything that was the least kin to summer.
The government standard thermometer, which was furnished to Judge Chandler, former signal service reporter for this parish, registered seven degrees below zero Saturday night. It did not appear satisfied with that record, however, and Sunday night it showed eight degrees lower, or fifteen degrees below zero.
The thermometer was in a house with cracks big enough for the icy Arctic breezes to circulate freely; and hence the record given might be considered the real temperature.
The weather was cold enough Sunday night to freeze chickens to death on their roosts. It was cold enough to freeze hogs (the four legged sort) in their beds. It was cold enough to freeze 110 proof coal oil in the stores. It was cold enough to freeze ice sufficiently thick to enable men to walk across the D’Arbonne on ice. In short, it was entirely too cold for “we uns” of the “Sunny South” to call for a repetition of it.