They also crossed on a crude ferry at Doddsridge, an Indian Trading Post high up on the block of a fork in the Red River above Caddo Lake. One lady remarked that it was so hard, she would never be able to go home again. I'm searching for a rare book about those times written by a traveling preacher, Rev. Charles Goldberg, "The Veil Removed".
I think Jay Gould came here, and tried to get someone interested in public transportation, and went back to New England disgusted.