New York Troopers - History
Preserving the Past for Those Who Follow



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Twenty years ago, George F. Chandler, founder & first Superintendent of the newly organized state constabulary, determined to bring law & order to the remote Adirondack mountain country, the last outpost of the hillbilly badmen.
How well he succeeded is now history. In the following story, Colonel Chandler hs told the author of one of the first tests of the newly organized state troopers ,how they met the challenge and how a murderer who defied their authority came to justice and the end of the trail.
"So the dirty rat turned the law on me , hey". Sam Pasco, gaunt, unkempt giant sneered in contempt and backed away from the door, admitting two gray clad figures in the dimly lit, evil smelling log cabin that was his home.
One of the officers shook his hand. "Not that Sam. We didn't come up here to arrest you. We'll just talk it over and see if you and Eldridge can't settle this business peacefully.
The giant snorted with rage. An evil sneer overspread his cadeverous heavily bearded face. " There was a pallor in his high cheeks and forehead strangely incongruous to a man of the mountains. I settle my differences without the help of no damn cossacks." State troopers Harold Herrick & Robert Kelly ignored the epithet. They remembered the warnign received from their chief. Pasco, he had told them was the most dangerous of the Adirondack hilbilly mountainmen.  A killer with a reputaion for quick & straight shooting, he hd been released within the week from Clinton State prison at Denemorra where he had served a term for attempted murder.
On returning to his home in the mountains near Thurmann, Warren County, New York, he had found kinfolk settled in his back wood abode. Shiftless, harmless Orlie Eldridge, his equally shiftless wife, Alli, and their shabby brood of seven neglected children had ------   to page 3