The "Legend" of Silver Lake
Many, many moons ago a stalwart brave wooed and won a lovely maiden of a hostile tribe. Fearing the anger of her father, they stole away through the palmetto swamps, past lagoons purple with iris and under live oaks flaunting ghostly banners of Spanish moss.
Journeying northward they reached at last the spot where Shreveport now stands. There they built their wigwam, and lived happy in their love, and secure in the thought that they had eluded the pursuit of the father.
One morning, when the curtain of fog rolled up, they beheld with dismay her father with a band of warriors, hideous in their warpaint.
No time for flight, no chance for successful resistance, no hope of conciliation! In despair they petitioned the "Great Father" above and lo! the pure waters of a lovely lake lay sparkling between them and those who sought their lives.
The old chief gave the sign of peace and farewell, and soon was lost to sight in the forest.
The young couple so miraculously saved, lived for many years on the banks of the lake afterwards known as "Silver Lake".
This is the legend of the origin of that lake and also the tribe of Caddodahocoo, or the Caddo who called themselves "Hassiniai," meaning "Our Own Country" or people.
For years the water extended up Crockett Street, often as high as where El Karubah Temple now is, during high water. There was a very high embankment where the L. & A. depot now stands.
*This story has been handed down from generation to generation in a prominent family of Shreveport who will not permit their names to be given, much to the regret of the editor.
Change, the keynote of the world's progress, has banished the Indian to other hunting grounds; has leveled the forests to factory sites, and drawn the waters off Silver Lake; paved streets, lofty buildings and car tracks stand now where once the silvery water smiled a blessing to the Indian lovers.
Such is the legend of Silver Lake-and as you ride down Marshall Street will you give a smile and sigh for the romance of the long, long years ago.
Caddo Indians-Section 25, Tp. 16, R. 16 West, 10 square miles to Grappe, a white man who lived with the Indians. They gave him this land to show their love and friendship they had with their father. The main Caddo Camp was on this section but the camp in Shreveport was at Ft. Humbug and one was on Arsenal Hill where the poor house is now and one was at Rocky Point. Mr.W. C. Agurs saw an Indian skeleton which had been washed up in Bossier City. The jaw bones were about twice as large as the man of today. This Indian was supposed to be a Caddo Indian.