The site of Port Jackson on the west bank of the Chattahoochee River is about 10 miles north of Sneads.

We are into another election season here in Jackson County. I’m sure that we will have a little craziness, but hopefully nowhere near the degree that took place at the Port Jackson precinct in 1849!

Port Jackson was a steamboat landing on the Chattahoochee River about three miles south of today’s Parramore Landing Park. Most of the site is now inundated by the waters of Lake Seminole.

In 1849, however, it was a booming place. A direct road connected the landing with Marianna and it was where travelers from the county seat usually went at that time to board elegant paddlewheel riverboats for the ride down to Apalachicola or up to Columbus, Georgia. There was an inn, a store and even a doctor’s office.

A faded photograph of Dr. Charles Hentz.

The doctor in residence in 1849 was Charles Hentz, son of the famed 19th century novelist Caroline Lee Hentz and brother of Marianna’s dentist Dr. Thaddeus Hentz. He was a young man, fresh from medical school, and hoped to establish a successful practice at Port Jackson. Things were slow, though, and he generally spent his days hunting, fishing and dissecting birds. He had plenty of time to write in his diary and it is from that fascinating document and an autobiography he wrote using it that we learn of Election Day 1849.

The following is excerpted from my book The History Of Jackson County, Florida: The Early Years:

One of the more fascinating documents to survive from the early days of Jackson County is an autobiography written by Dr. Charles Hentz. The doctor maintained a medical practice in Port Jackson on the Chattahoochee River in the year 1849. His writings, based on his memories and a shorter diary he kept during his time in the area, reveal much about the rough and tumble nature of life in the rural areas of Jackson County during the late 1840s.

In one fascinating passage, he described the election of 1849 as a day of drinking, rowdiness, drug use and murder:

Nothing remains of Port Jackson today but in 1849 it was the site of a river landing, inn, store and doctor’s office.

…It was an eventful day, in more ways than one. In the forenoon, some of the reckless, drinking men came to me to ask me to give them some chloroform; they having heard of its wonderful effects in the way of sudden exhilaration; I did my best to get rid of them; told them they had too much aboard already &c., &c., but they insisted so perseveringly, and declared that I should be held blameless, I finally announced loudly from my window what was going to happen, and warned everybody to look out; I got several of them – the two Keels, a man named Bowers, &c., &c. – to roll their handkerchiefs up, & I poured in a good dose of chloroform into each, and told them to walk up and down under the cotton shed, & smell deep and hard. It was not long before I regretted my folly. [I]

It is difficult to imagine such a scene today. Not only was Hentz a trained physician, but he was the clerk and inspector for the Port Jackson precinct in the election that was underway. In addition to administering chloroform to the crowd of rowdy voters, he was also accepting ballots through the window of his office.

His description of what happened next is nothing short of bizarre:

…A wild scene of confusion took place; yelling & screaming; & flying fists created for a while a pandemonium; one of them came bounding in the window, seeking shelter from one of the Keels, who looked like a raging demon.
   Old Tommy Hair (sic.) was leaning against a cotton bale, in a state of blissful repletion with his favorite beverage, not noticing the wild chloroform excitement, when he received a clip on the side of the head that sent him off in a summerset to one side. [II]

The paddlewheel steamer Fannie Fearn was among those that once stopped at Port Jackson.

Once he recovered from the attack and discovered the cause of the frenzy, Hare grabbed a stick and rampaged up and down outside Hentz’s office, cursing him for giving the men “stuff that made them crazy.” Apparently it was a lesson well learned, as Hentz noted that he was “careful never to give any chloroform again to such a set of people as we had about us there.”

It might have been expected, however, that such a day would not end without further violence. It came later in the afternoon when a man named Jordan left the voting precinct accompanied by a second man named Lott Owens. Jordan had been accused of paying improper attention to the wife of one of his neighbors, B.F. Wood. Jordan and Owens had not been gone from Port Jackson for more than about thirty minutes when Owens suddenly reappeared:

…Owens made his appearance, on foot, out of breath from running and excitement; and called out to the crowd about the store, “Boys, Wood has killed Jordan, get on your horses all, & come up the road.” There was immediately wild excitement; everybody mounted, I had my horse saddled, & joined the crowd. [III]

Gov. John Milton of Florida.

The party found Jordan lying face down on a dirt road. Upon examination it was found that he had been killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. Owens, who had witnessed the killing, described how he and Jordan were riding in a wagon along the road when they saw Wood approaching them on foot with a whip in one hand and a shotgun over his shoulder. Wood blocked the road, dropped to one knee, aimed his gun and shouted “Stop Sir.” At that, Owens said he took shelter behind a tree, but Jordan tried to rush their assailant. Wood fired and Jordan was killed.

[End of Excerpt]

And so an election day that began with liquor and drugs ended with murder. The entire scene played out in front of a Mrs. Gammons and several of her children. They were sitting on a log in their yard when the shooting took place.

Realizing that he was certain to be charged with murder, B.F. Wood immediately mounted his horse and left Jackson County for Texas. His friend, future Florida Governor John Milton, tended to his affairs in the county and handled the disposal of his assets. Milton later told Dr. Hentz that Wood intended to kill him (Hentz) as well, having been told by a third party that the young doctor was paying improper attention to Mrs. Wood. Milton talked the jealous husband out of taking such action.

Hentz proclaimed the innocence of his attentions to Mrs. Wood, but did recall many years later that she was a dark-eyed beauty. He went on to develop successful medical practices in Jackson, Calhoun and Gadsden Counties and became a prominent resident of Quincy. His skills also saw use when he served as a surgeon at the Battle of Natural Bridge.

If you would like to learn more about the history of Jackson County, please consider the books below. Various of my books are also available at Yates Pharmacy & Gifts in Malone, Olio Art and Gift Gallery in Marianna, Sarah’s Place in Chattahoochee and the Washington County Historical Society Museum in Chipley as well as outlets in Bainbridge, Crawfordville, St. Marks and elsewhere.


[I] Dr. Charles Hentz, “Autobiography,” typed manuscript on file at the Gadsden County Public Library in Quincy, Florida.

[II] Ibid.

[III] Ibid.