The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1878-06-05

Correspondence of the Globe-Democrat.l
NEW BRAUNFELs, TEX.-One of the
most noted instances of captivity among
the wild, rowing tribes of the Southwest
has just come to light, and might well
serve as the groundwork of another fresh.
racy and interesting yellow covered
novel on the Car Southwest" Ned
Buntline's widest romances have been
lately thrown in the shade by the real
adventures of
LEHMAN BOOKMEYER,
who, while lad of eleven years, was, in
1870 stolen from his mother aud family,
residing in Mason Country, on the ex
IRENE frontier Of West Texas. At the
time the lad was carried away by the
savages, Mason county, situated on the
head waters of the Liano River, a ives
tern tributary of the Colorado, was
complete wilderness, inhabited by the
buffalo, the deer aud the bear, and the
echoes of whose solitudes were fire.
quently disturbed by the whoop of the
savage and the unearthly yell of the Com
anche. Bookmeyer's mother aud father
lived in a frontier hut on the very verge,
if not beyond the circle, of civilization.
1t was located on the rocky banks of
pure and beautiful brook that went bah
bling by, and whose sands glittered like
those on the golden shores of romance.
1t was a retired spot, shaded by lofty
trees, and shut in by rocks that rise like
eternal walls around the northern and
western horizon Loyal Valley was its
name, and but for the terror Of the wild
beasts that ever threatened, and the
stealthy tread of the remorseless savage,
it might we'll have ranked with the Hap
ply Valley in which roamed RasseIas,
Prince of Abyssinia.
IA WOLF on THE FOLD"
The little family were happy, but great
grief suddenly befell. One moonlight
nigh band Of rowing Apaches, fresh
from the great plains to the westward,
suddenly swoopei down upon the little
hut ard its habtants. What happened
to Mrs. Bookmeyer is not positively
known, but the savages seized the little
Lehman, and, binding his hands, put
him on one of their ponies and carried
him away. Another boy, about the
same age as himself, was also captured,
but, while the party was riding through
the shadows and obscurity of rocky
pass, he escaped and returned to his
friends in the valley. Great was the
grief of Lehman's mother, who loved him
tenderly, but now mourned him as lost.
Her thoughts for years ran on the un
solved problem, whether he had been
basely murdered, tortured to death, and
his little body allowed to lie unbured in
the lonesome solitudes Five, six, seven
years passed away without ever hearing
of her boy again. Finally she
CONCLUDED HE WAS DEAD.
One day, however, and it was Joyful
one for her, news was received that Leh-
man still lived among the Indians, hav-
ing now grown into young man. Mrs.
Bookmeyer, still residing in Mason coun-
ty-now settled up by thrifty emgrants
at once made an earnest appeal to
one of the most gallant United States
officers in the frontier service, Gen. Nc
Kenze. He at once had the proper
steps taken. They resulted in the recap
ture Of Lehman Bookmeyer, and his res
toration to his mother and family in Ma
son county.
IL 81 UdpDcnSt llldb OtI OilO OCCtlSlOu
Gen. McKenize's troops took a lot of
Camanche bucks prisoners. In the lot
was Lehman Bookmeyer, whom Gen.
Mckenzie Immediately turned over to
his mother, in Loyal Valley. Her joy
can be better imagined than described.
After being carried off by the Apaches
far into the great plains through which
flows the Rio Pecos, Lehman's captors
sold him as a slave to the Comanches.
The Indians
EAslED HIM FRED DOG.
He was sould into the Comanche tribe of
Chief Quinine, one of the "Big Medi-
cines' of the Comanches. He served
and shaved for the Indians several years,
soon learning their language, habits and
manners, and becoming, to all intents
and purposes, real Indian. He wore
moccasins, painted his face with the
usual tattoo, sported crows feathers and
and silver ornaments, drew the bow and
shot the arrow-in fact, got to be one of
the warriors Of his tribe. Lehman Book
myer, alias Red Dog, though an in
voluntary tramp among the noble red
men, managed to get into their conf
dence. While rowing in the great plains
and in the shadows of the lofty noun
tains Of A rizona and Lower Now Next
CO, he became enamored and made love
to one of the most beautiful maidens of
the tribe--Drooping Cypress--a princess,
and daughter of the chief. She had the
graceful form, the dusky yet handsome
features, the large fawn-like eyes. the
dark hair that flowed down the shoulders,
and the
NATURAL, USABoRNED BEAUTY
for which the Indian girl is noted. She
listened to his overtures of love and the
pair were married--that is to say, Indian
fashion. By Dropping Cypress the
young adventurer had two pappooses, very
beautiful children. When Lehman was
delivered back to his mother ia Loyal
Valley, after eight years residence
among the Comanches, the first request
made by him was that his Indian wife,
Dropping Cypress, his ponies, his rife
aud his pappooses should be sent for, as
it was utterly impossible he could be hap
by without them. His mother and Gen.
Mckenzie promised it should be as he
wished, but whether the Comanches will
be willing to give them up is a question
to be decided in the future. In the
meantime, may it not be hoped that Red
log and his fair and lovely Indian wife,
Dropping Cypress, may spend the residue
of their ponies and children, on the
banks of Liano? In regard to the case,
a curious fact is mentioned. 1t is that
Lehman Bookmeyer, when stolen, could
alone speak the German tongue. When
ha II a. H.. xuaS fonnd
he had totelly forgotten that language,
and spoke only Comanche, which he did
fuently, and broken English