Thank you for visiting my blog and I hope you enjoy looking Out My Kitchen Window. This blog is to provide interesting and informative history, genealogy and photography about our ancestors. I may also include anything else I see along the way!
I am the great-great granddaughter of Joshua D. Brown the first settler and founder of Kerrville, Kerr County, Texas in 1856. My husband’s great grandfather was William Jackson Montgomery Wilkinson originally from Mississippi and pioneer to Menard County, Texas in late 1860′s.
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Here are flood photos that happened in Menard, Menard County, Texas I have shared to a group page; Menard County, Texas ~ History and Genealogy. Please join the group to read and share information. It is a good reference and resource.
Photos of the July 23, 1938 flood in Menard, from the Don Wilkinson collection.
Looking West on Bevans Street toward the Bevans Bank building. Old Catholic Church on the ditch on the left of photo.
Looking North on Bevans Street toward the old Paddy Mires Courthouse and Luckenbach store. Bevans Bank building on left and Mission Theatre on right.
Looking West down East San Saba Avenue. Old courthouse and Luckenbach building on your right.
Looking West toward the Bevans Bank on East San Saba Avenue.
Looking East from in front of Bevans Hotel down East San Saba Avenue.
This is the old Methodist Church looking north with the Bevans Hotel on the left at the top of the block.
This is a page from the album of Don Wilkinson, and as you can see, I scanned each one individually to share.
Menard News article published May 16, 1963, interview of Kate Glasscock Bradford at the age of 90.
When Catherine Ann Glasscock was born on May 7, 1873, in Burnet, Texas, her father, Joseph Glasscock, was 37 and her mother, Eliza Ruth Bowmer, was 34. She married James Carberry Bradford (1863-1943) on July 7, 1887, in Menard, Texas. They had six children in 19 years. She died on September 15, 1967, in Menard, Texas, at the age of 94.
Wonderful memories of our little San Saba river valley town.
After a decade long search for information on my husband’s paternal great-grandfather Thomas Augustus “Tom” Turner; father of Mayme Louise Turner Wilkinson, I have finally found enough information to write a blog post. I found some distant cousins on the Internet that helped with some of the search.
T. A. “Tom” Turner was shot and killed by William Bevans, Sr. on August 6, 1906, inside the Cottonwood Saloon downtown Menardville, Texas, at 4 o’clock reason only known as, “after an argument earlier that morning.”
The Houston Post, 8 Aug 1906
Galveston Daily News 8 Aug 1906
Fort Worth Star-Telegram 10 Aug 1906
I have a copy of Cause No. 727, State of Texas vs. Wm. Bevans, In the District Court of Menard County, Texas, November Term, A. D., 1906, of the Habeas Corpus trial on the 15th November, 1906, filed November 19, 1906. It does not contain any reference to findings of the court, but Mr. Bevans was not punished in any way.
The Menardville Banker Found Not Guilty
Hon. C. H. Jenkins returned last night from Menardville, where he has been for the past week as counsel for the defense in the case of the State vs. Billy Bevans, charged with the murder of a man named Turner at Menardville more than a year ago. The case was concluded Friday at 3 o’clock and the jury was out only a short while and returned a verdict of not guilty. The case has attracted unusual attention on account of the prominence of the defendant, Billy Bevans, who is one of the most prominent bankers and cattlemen of the Southwest. The testimony in the case showed that trouble came up between Bevans and Turner on the day of the big overflow of the San Saba river at that place. There was much drinking in the town that day and several quarrels. Bevans had been instrumental in keeping down trouble several times. Turner passed Bevan, who was standing in front of his bank, and made some kind of an insulting remark, being at the time under the influence of liquor. Words passed between the two men and finally Bevans struck Turner. Officers interfered and the trouble was averted for the time. The two men met again and a knife and a gun were drawn. Bevans struck Turner over the head with the gun and in a manner thought to have been accidental, the weapon was discharged and Turner was killed. Mr. Bevans is a highly respected citizen of the Menardville country and Mr. Turner was an agreeable man when not under the influence of liquor – Brownwood Bulletin.
The Abilene Daily, Reporter, Thursday, April 25, 1907
I understand from rumors that the day William Bevans Sr. was on his deathbed August 19, 1937, he was still being haunted by the ghost of Tom Turner; Bevans kept yelling at the foot of his bed; “Make Tom go away!”
Turner Hotel Boarding House photo from The Portal of Texas
Thomas Augustus Turner was born in Panola, Texas May 1844 (unknown date) and was the youngest of eight children of John Henry Turner and wife Mary Elizabeth Watson. His family came to Texas from Alabama where all his siblings were born. His father, John Henry was a farmer and age 56 in the 1850 census in Panola Texas with his wife, Elizabeth age 49 with son Allen G, Delana age 19 and Elijah P. age 16 then Thomas age 6.
John Henry married Elizabeth Alexander on 12th June 1819 in Madison County Alabama.
From an Internet Cousin: Five Turner brothers all served in the military. The Turner Brothers
Brother 1: Richard H. Turner living in Llano, TX. I am told he enlisted with his brothers and died after having his leg amputated. But have found nothing else on him.
Brother 2: Allen George Turner b. 1829 Turner, Allen G. Pvt. Comm. Off. Mabry, Seth Capt. Co. E, Llano Co., Allen’s Regt. TVI, 31st Brig, CSA. Ap. 1-62 in Llano Co., Mus. in Ap. 4-62 at Camp Terry, 4th Military sub-division, Age 33, R and F; En. Off. Capt. Mabry; Mus. Off. Col. R. T. P. Allen: Elec. certif. with roll; 2MR, 1 dtd. Je. 7-62 and 1 undtd.
Allen George died from the measles outbreak and his family is listed on the endigent list of Llano Co.
Brother 3: Delaney Washington Turner
Turner, Delaney W., Pvt, Mabry, Seth, Capt., Co. E, Llano Co., Allen’s Regt. TVI, 31st Brig., CSA; Ap 1-62 in Llano Col; mus. in Ap. 4-62 in Llano Co., at Camp Terry, Age 31; R and F 86; En. Off. Capt. Mabry; Mus. Off. Col. R. T. P. Allen; elec. certif. with roll; 2 MR, 1 dtd. Je. 7-62 and 1 undtd. Name not on undtd. roll.
Delaney W. Turner died November 9, 1862 at Camp Nelson, Ark. of the measles outbreak. His family is also listed on the indigents list of Llano Co., TX.
Fourth Brother: Elizah Portor Turner
Turner, E. P. Pvt. Barton, Decator, 1st Lieut. Co. No. 1, Prec. No. 1, McCulloch Co., 31st Bvg, 2nd Frontl Dist. TST, Roll dated Ma. 12-64, Age 27; R and F; Rifle and Six-shooter.
Fifth Brother: Thomas August Turner
Tom Turner was a member of the Company E, Frontier Regiment of the Texas State Troops under Captain N. D. McMillin. On April 2, 1862, Company E had a fight with Indians. On April 2 Thomas was slightly wounded with an arrow across the shoulders with the Indians.
Elijah Porter Turner (1836-1904) and wife Nancy Rebecca Preslar (1843-1924) and their youngest Ava Ophelia, Marshall Lee and Myrtle c1894.
Here is the only photo of Thomas Augustus “Tom” Turner standing in front of the Benchoff Building in Menardville, Texas prior to August 1906.
Thomas Augustus Turner was born in May 1844 in Fort Worth, Texas, his father, John, was 50 and his mother, Elizabeth, was 43. He married Mary Elizabeth Betty (Bettie) Watson in 1867. He was a Texas Ranger and was wounded by an Indian arrow in 1862. He and Bettie had seven children in 24 years and was in the 1900 census in Menardville. (Only 5 lived to adulthood). He was shot and killed on August 6, 1906, in Menardville, Menard County, Texas, at the age of 62 by William Peter Bevans, Sr. (1860-1937), trail driver, pioneer stockman, Banker-President of First State Bank of Menard became Bevans State Bank.
Unfortunately, I still have many historical details unknown; no death certificate, where is Tom buried; where is his wife Bettie buried? Would love to hear from anyone with additional information about this part of Menard history.
When I begin to write a historical blog post I always hope that I have everything but this one had many conflicts. This history of William Jackson Montgomery Wilkinson, son of Daniel King Wilkinson and Elizabeth Osborn Braden in Union Church, Jefferson, Mississippi is as close as I can get with supported facts.
I was able to get a scan on Saturday from the museum in Menard of the framed copy of the Menard Messenger newspaper’s front page dated Thursday, May 29, 1919. It contained the obituary of William Jackson Montgomery Wilkinson’s written by Hon. James Callan. It states that W. J. died on Thursday, May 15th, 1919 at his home at his ranch at Clear Creek, Menard County, Texas. Below is a photo from the museum of “Uncle Jack” sitting outside of his home at Clear Creek Ranch undated and not part of the obituary.
W. J. is my husband’s great grandfather who came to Menard County and was buried on the day he died at the Pioneer Rest Cemetery. There are different dates for his birth; one shows 1833; the CSA gravestone marker shows 1835-1919 and the family headstone shows 1828. Nancy was the informant on the death certificate and said his birthday is November 29, 1828. Below is W. J.’s CSA service record with enlistment date of November 9, 1863 at Camp Colorado and age 28, (this was considered in Callahan County.) That is where they got the 1835 on the marker.
The full Indian story can be read at my blog post about the Col. W J Wilkinsons Indian Experience.
This obituary was written by long-time family friend J. J. Callan in advance of his death in 1917. He and W.J. first met in Coleman County (was Brown County at the time) back in 1860′s.
James Joseph Callan, born May 6, 1833 in Dundalk, Ireland and died in Menard October 4, 1917. He reached Camp Colorado on Christmas Day, 1857, and married Margaret Jane Sheen on March 13, 1859. Prior to the Civil War he served in the Texas Rangers, then in March 1862, he joined the Confederacy and was a Captain in Co. I of McCord’s Frontier Reg., Texas Cavalry. In 1864, J. J. was elected to the office of Chief Justice of Coleman County, so he tendered his resignation as Captain in the Confederate Army, November 1, 1864. J. J. and Margaret Jane had 14 children (2 girls stillborn were not named).
A few more of my blog posts on this family:
West Texas Military Academy, San Antonio, Texas – photo taken sometime before 1918, when Alexander Daniel “Dan” Auld left for war in May. Founded as West Texas School for Boys and popularly nicknamed ‘West Point on the Rio Grande’ and in 1926 became Texas Military Institute.
From the Wilkinson Ranch collection
The San Antonio Stock Show and Rodeo was such a big part of my growing up since my daddy, Milroy Powell first started in 1950 as the Horse Show Superintendent and his career ended the spring of 1985. Every year he spent a big part working on the preparation and coordination of the annual event which was held two weeks every February. He loved the people, the events and the horses which were a part of life. He was so hurt and devastated when Mary Nan West decided to “let him go” after 35 years of dedication and love of his job. The importance of his knowledge and abilities to run the show were ignored! This certainly was not how he envisioned his retirement. I was so proud of him and his work and miss him every day. Guy Milroy Powell went to heaven while waiting for a heart transplant on Easter weekend April 7, 1991. We lost him too young!!
This is the San Antonio Light article from December 15, 1985.
San Antonio Light
December 15, 1985
’86 Rodeo to Double Funds for Scholars
Officers of the San Antonio Stock Show & Rodeo hope to double scholarship money for young prize winners at the 1986 show by cutting back on paid employees and using more volunteers to staff the annual event.
The 37th Stock Show & Rodeo is scheduled to open Feb 7 at Freeman Coliseum.
The purpose of the event, said Mary Nan West, president and chairman of the board of the San Antonio Livestock Exposition Inc., is “to help youth in agricultural education. That’s why we’re here.”
Even though the livestock show is the part of the event that is of greatest importance to people involved in agriculture, it doesn’t make enough money to support itself, West said. So the rodeo and entertainment part of the show supports the livestock part and even allows the exposition to show a profit, she said. “The rodeo we have is merely to raise funds, to make money to operate.” West said.
A great deal of the money collected through donations, fundraisers, souvenir sales, commercial exhibits and other means goes into a scholarship fund for FFA and 4-H students deserving of financial assistance in the academic study of agriculture. In 1984, 15 scholarships of $6,000 each were awarded ad 30 were awarded in 1985. West hopes to double that figure in 1986.
The primary way West plans to get the stock show lean enough to be able to double the scholarships is through the use of a nearly all-volunteer staff. Of the hundreds of workers contributing to the Stock Show & rodeo, only six are full-time, year-round staff, she said. When the show actually begins, other full-timers will be taken on just for the term of the ten-day show.
“The volunteers make this show,” West said. “Without the volunteers we couldn’t afford to run this show. We’ve got some really hard-working people here.”
The Livestock Exposition is adding two new events to its horse show program: the Arabian horse show and the Donkey & Mule Show. While putting on the added events, the exposition is “doing something this year we’ve never done before. It was always handled by a paid employee,” West said. But “the officials decided that we had some very talented volunteers who could put on the horse show at not cost to the show.”
Longtime Horse Show Superintendent Milroy Powell, with the Stock Show since its inception in 1950, is the “paid employee” who lost his job when the payroll was thinned down.
“I did 35 of ‘em,” Powell, 58, reminisced, speaking of his role as assistant superintendent and, later, superintendent of the horse show. “We built it up too, if not the best, one of the best.”
He said he’s been told several times over the years by rodeo contestants that the San Antonio show was “the best calf-roping in the world. You get a fair shake.”
“I’ve made a lot of friends out there,” said Powell, who worked for several exposition administrators. “Mr. Joe Freeman was chairman of the board forever until he died, and then Mr. Harry (Freeman), his brother, took over.” Powell worked under West from the time she took over in mid-1984 until the spring of 1985.
Powell has observed that trends in the Stock Show parallel trends in the marketplace. He says both are going towards animals with “rail-thin carcasses,” although Powell himself prefers a little fat on his animals.
The land the coliseum is on was deeded by the city of San Antonio to Bexar County in 1948 with the restriction that it be used for agricultural expositions. Shortly thereafter, a group of local businessmen including Joe and Harry Freeman, Perry Shankle, Fred Shield and Perry Kallison decided to build a coliseum, Powell recalled. The first Stock Show was held in 1950.
We are so very blessed living in the Texas Hill Country on the Edwards Plateau!! The beauty is a daily reminder of the gifts we receive from our maker.
On Sunday, April 19 this tiny little male Vermillion Flycatcher landed outside my window. I was so thrilled to get his picture!!
On April 15, 2015 this was our lovely evening sunset. You could almost hear a hiss when the sun finally set.
Our pastures in Menard/Kimble Counties and Real County have been so striking with the Claret cup cactus. The color is so beautiful!
We came across this sweet unusual White Mountain Laurel bush in Real County. The blooms are so fragrant and sweet it is overwhelming!
And we are so proud to be growing the food that you eat, too!!
I am so grateful you read my post and hope you enjoyed the beauty!!
My Daddy, Milroy Powell won the first calf scramble at the Houston Rodeo in 1942. In 1931, the Houston Fat Stock Show and Livestock Exposition was founded and the first show was held at the Sam Houston Hall. In 1938, the show was moved to Sam Houston Coliseum. In 1942, the first star entertainer was Gene Autry, “the Singing Cowboy”; and the calf scramble event was added to the Show’s rodeo and is still a popular event during nightly between major events in the rodeo.
Facts about the Rodeo: When the calf scramble was added to the rodeo in 1942, each student who caught a calf received a purchase certificate or hard-luck award for $55. Today, the certificates are worth $1,000 donated by an individual or company to buy a heifer. More than $7 million has been awarded since the calf scramble first began.
This is a photo from the website rodeohouston.com and could possibly be Milroy Powell in 1942.
I just think it is amazing!! Seventy three years ago, my Daddy would have been 15 years old and was chasing a calf and won the Houston Show!!
This account of the Destruction of the San Saba Mission is from the Frontier Times January 1925 issue. You can visit the Presidio de San Saba in 2015.
Personal letters written in Spanish, dating back 175 years, and containing interesting historical information in regard to the establishment of the San Saba Mission in Texas were recently brought to light in Mexico City by Dr. Lota Mae Spell, assistant librarian of the Garcia collection of books and manuscripts of the University of Texas. She obtained copies of the letters and is now translating them into English. They give an account of the early hardships encountered by the priests when the San Saba Mission on the San Saba River near the present town of Menard, was founded. They also tell in a personal way the reactions of the founder, Father de Terreros, and give an insight on the early Spanish life among the Indians.
It is expected that when the work is completely translated much valuable information will be added to the history of this early Texas mission.
The letters were discovered by Mrs. Spell last summer while she was in Mexico City. She met the Marquis of San Francisco, a direct descendant of Pedro de Terreros, the financier of the enterprise, and he graciously consented to allow her access to the archives of the family.
While hunting through this great mass of manuscripts, Mrs. Spell found these letters and obtained copies of them for the University. She also obtained a picture of an old oil painting now in the possession of the marquis, which portrays the massacre of the San Saba Mission.
According to the material unearthed from these letters, the money for the founding of the mission was furnished by Don Pedro Romeo de Terreros, Count of Regla, and the founder was Father Fray Giraldo de Terreros, a cousin of the financier. The letters were written by Father Father Fray Giraldo de Terreros to the Count of Regla.
The San Saba Mission was founded in 1756 when Father de Terreros was granted a charter by Don Barrios, then viceroy of Texas and Coahuila districts. The purpose was to Christianize the Indians and the money for the first three years expenses was to be furnished by the Count of Regla. A garrison of soldiers was sent to protect the expedition, but on account of a misunderstanding between the priests and the soldiers the fort was built across the San Saba river three miles from the mission.
Work was finished on the mission by the later part of the year. Ground was cleared for crops, a chapel and vestry was built, and the priests’ quarters and stables were completed. From the first the priests had difficulty with the Apaches and they did not desire to embrace the Christian religion. In his letters to his cousin, Father de Terreros laments this fact and speaks of the treachery and general shiftlessness of the Indians.
When spring came there were few converts. Rumors were heard of the Comanches, the northern neighbors of the Apaches being on the warpath and the Apache neophytes prophesied that their enemies would soon be in the San Saba county.
Little attention was given to these rumors by the priests, although the soldiers became alarmed and tried to force the priests to seek the protection of their garrison. This the priests refused to do and in one of his letters, Father de Terreros speaks of the idle fears of the captain.
But the padre’s ignorance of Indian treachery cost him his life. In about two weeks the little mission was awakened by the cry of “Indians “, and rushing to the windows, the priests were able to perceive the whole plain covered with strange Indians, gaily bedecked in war paint and ready for battle.
Father de Terreros attempted to appease their chief with gifts of tobacco and beads, but according to the old accounts, he was shot down in cold blood. A general massacre of the whole mission then followed and only one survivor lived to carry the news of the massacre to the garrison across the river.
The Indians pillaged and burned the buildings, drove off the stock and mutilated the dead bodies of the priests.
In his letters to his cousin, the martyr, Father de Terreros, seemed to forecast the tragic end of the mission as he stated in his last letter that the Indians were not desirous of Christianity but were savage heathen.
Our Menard County area of Texas is in the heart of Texas history. You don’t have to go far to find great stories and one place is in the Frontier Times magazine. In the September 1954 issue there are two different stories written by John Warren Hunter. The first was originally published in 1906 and is titled Nine Years With the Indians, which is about Herman Lehmann and his brother Willie’s capture by Indians from their family home in Loyal Valley, Texas in 1869.
The second story was told to Mr. Hunter in 1907, which also coincides with the accounts from Captain Lamb Sieker (Lamartine “Lamb” Pemberton Sieker), Ed Sieker (Edward Armon Sieker Jr.), and Captain Dan Roberts as told to John Warren Hunter.
Thomas P. Gillespie, member of Captain Dan Roberts’ company of Rangers,
gives the following account of the fight on the Concho Plains west of
Fort Concho, in which Herman Lehmann narrowly escaped capture by the Rangers:
In August, 1875, while scouting in the upper San Saba valley,
we discovered an Indian trail on Scalp Creek, a tributary of the
San Saba in Menard county. The trail was comparatively fresh,
and indications were that it had been made by a band of twelve
or fifteen Indians with a bunch of forty of fifty head of horses.
Our command consisted of Captain Roberts, Mike Lynch, Jim
Trout, Jim Hawkins, Ed Sieker, Jim Gillett, Andy Wilson, Henry
Matamore, myself and one or two others whose names I have
forgotten, but I think those mentioned were all that was present
on this chase. Our horses were in bad condition for a long pursuit,
but there was no alternative and we began the chase without delay.
The trail led out across the head of Dry and Rocky
Creeks in to the north part of Menard county and on in the
direction of Kickapoo Springs, crossing the Ft. McKavett and Ft.
Concho road about nine miles south of Kickapoo Springs. It was
nearly night when we reached this road and our horses being
very much jaded and suffering for water, we left the trail and
went to the springs where we remained over night. As many of
our horses had flung their shoes and were lame in consequence
we went to a ranch the next morning and reshod our stock, after
which we resumed the pursuit. Some twelve or fifteen miles
above the head of the South Concho we again came upon the
trail and followed it to the top of a mountain where the Indians
had halted and had removed the shoes from their stolen horses.
Just why they should want to pull the shoes from their stock has
always been a mystery. Several theories have been advanced by
the rangers and frontiersmen but none hold good. These horse
shoes were left where they had been pulled off and in addition
the Indians had torn two long strips from a blanket and had
placed these strips in the form of a cross on the ground, and in
this condition we found them. It was about 2 p.m. when we discovered
this sign on the mountain, the weather was dreadfully
hot, but we took up the trail and pushed on as fast as our jaded
horses could carry us. We knew from those signs so familiar
to a ranger that the Indians could not be far away and that they
were moving leisurely along and we hoped to overhaul them
before nightfall. We followed the trail, which led in a southwest
course, until we came out on the plains after which the trail
led due west. About half an hour by sun we came to a pond
where the Indians had watered their stock. The water in the
horses’ tracks was yet muddy and the grass on the margin where
the horses had come out was still wet, showing that we were
close at their heels. It being nearly night Captain Roberts said
we had better cook supper here and give our horses a brief rest,
which we proceeded to do, and after supper we remounted and
followed the trail as long as we could see. It becoming too dark
to distinguish the trail we lay by until dawn, giving our horses
a good rest which they sorely needed. By the time it was light
enough to see we were in the saddle and expecting every minute
to come in sight of the enemy. We rode at a moderately brisk
gait until 7 o’clock, when Captain Roberts suddenly halted and
said: “Boys I believe I see them. “Far ahead in the plain we could
see a few dark objects but not sufficiently to tell whether they
were horsemen or other objects. Unslinging his field glass, Roberts
got a good view of them and said: “Boys, there they are.
They are riding slowly. They have not discovered us yet. Now
you fellows close up behind me in single file. The sun is at our
backs and by following my directions we can get close in on
them before they see us.”
We were all keen for the fight and the captain’s orders were
obeyed to a letter. We rode in the manner indicated and were
within 600 yards of the Indians before they discovered us. There
were eleven of them and as to numbers we were about equally
matched. Besides the eleven, there were two riding along at a
considerable distance to the left and these two were the first
to see us and gave the alarm. We broke rank and raised the
yell—every man for himself, making full tilt for the savages. The
Indians began rounding up the herd and mounting fresh horses
and when we got near enough to do execution they scattered
and each sought safety in tall running. However; when we got
in about 150 yards of them they rallied on a small elevation and
opened fire on us. This was evidently for the purpose of giving
some of their numbers time to catch and mount fresh horses.
We killed three or four horses and probably killed or wounded
an Indian or two before this crowd broke and ran. We carried
Winchesters and needle guns and every man in the company
was a crack shot. A running fight followed and our men singly
or in pairs, selected their game and put in after them. The Indians
scattered in pairs and when our men killed a horse, the
rider would hop up behind his comrade and continue the flight.
After a run of 500 or 600 yards they brought down one of the
horses and as quick as a flash the Indian was up behind his
mate and the race continued until the horse ridden by the two
Indians began to lose his wind and began to circle a maneuver
often practiced by the Indians when cornered under like circumstances.
The boys had fired at least a dozen shots at these two Indians
during this run, but on account of their shields had failed to
bring them down. Seeing this circling ruse, Jim Gillett dismounted
and with his needle gun took deliberate aim and broke the horse’s
neck and then sprang back into his saddle
and dashed forward alongside with Ed Sieker. When the horse
fell, the Indian mounted on behind hit the ground a-running, still
holding the shield over his back, while the horse in his fall had
pinned the other Indian to the ground. The boys dashed up to
the fallen horse and Jim Gillett threw his pistol on the Indian
lying pinned under the horse, and was in the act of shooting
him when Ed Sieker shouted: “Don’t shoot him! Don’t you see
that he is a white boy?” Gillett lowered his pistol and a bare
glance showed that the boy was closely held by the body of the
horse and, even if foot loose, he could not escape, they hurried
on after the fleeing Indian whom they overtook and killed after
a race of about 300 yards. After having killed this Indian they
tarried a short while to get his scalp and to gather up his bow,
quiver, shield and other accoutrements worth carrying away as
trophies and when they returned to where they had left the
boy under the dead horse, he was gone! At this they were
puzzled beyond expression. The scene of the fight and the chase
was an open plain with nothing to obstruct the view for miles
and from the moment the horse was killed until their return to
the spot they had been in full view of the surroundings and the
boy could not have gotten away without their having seen him
start. There were a few scattered mesquites but none large
enough to offer concealment. The grass was green and seven or
eight inches high and into this he must have crawled off and
secreted himself. The search began and in a short time the entire
company came up and joined in the search. Every square rod
for a mile around was gone over and every bush and tuft of
grass was examined but no boy was found and we gave up the
search as hopeless and went away completely mystified as to
what became of him.
Some years later I learned that this boy was the captive,
Herman Lehmann, who when a child, was stolen from his
parents in Mason county and kept nine years, during which time
he became thoroughly Indianized, joined his adopted people in
their wars and horse stealing raids, but at length was restored
to his mother and became in the course of time, a good citizen.
In this fight we captured thirty head of horses which we drove
to Mason county and delivered to their owners. At the first
onset, we crowded the Indians so close that in mounting fresh
horses they had to abandon their saddles which we captured, but
being old and worthless we cast them aside.