The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1914-04-10
BOY OF MYSTERY FOR FIRST
TINE RELATES HIS IMPRESS
sIoNs OF KIDNAPPING"
he TOOK NE AWAY @ Il
TO FIND NY MAMMA
In Simple Child Language Boy Tells
Incidents Of. Nine Months spent
With walssrs-Irdisted Man sinss
"Jesus Lover Of NY Sour in Cell.

opelolsas. La. April s.-"He said
to me, IN take you to your mamma.
was throwing rocks when he came
up"
With his towsied head buried in
the shoulder of the woman he calls
his mamma" the child found with
Walters at Hub, Miss. a year ago
thus began with these words. telling
a remarkable story.
The tale, that little Bobby" told
is the first account he ever has at
tempted of the circumstances sur
rounding the alleged kidnapping. If
he is Robert Dunbar, it appears that
memory has come back to him in
patches.
On the morning of August 23, 1912,
the Dunbars were on a camping trip
close to Lake Swayze. Bobbie. then
four years old, wandered from the
camp. The narrative the child in the
Dunbar home told Thursday morning
began at this point.
II was on the car tracks," he be
gan. 81 was throwing rocks.
HE came up to me. He asked me
did l want to go to mamma Then he
!. took me away"
In vague half colors. he then paint
ed incidents of the nine months tina
< followed. gA
"Threw Me Into Some Water"
"Once bout drowned. He throwe,
me into some water. j was cryinI
and he said I was to stop. l didn'
and then he throwed me in some wa
ter I was crying for my mamma"
J. HE said, You amt got no mamm:
nor papa. Your papa killed yeur man
ma
"Then we went places and. o, W
didn't have nice things to eat. An
the water was dirty that we drank
q 81 have nice things to eat nov
v And I can play, and say, can you ski
!. the cat? I can. got bicycle An
can play ottermobile An'-an'
!. can skin the cat
o "And, oh yes, he called me Bruc
= amt Bruce, am l. mammal"
Mrs. Dunbar gripped the .youngsts
closer to her arms. Her voice brot
. in the answer. ~
= mo, you're not Bruce. Bobbie I
like to see anybody make you an
thing but Bobbie-my Bobbie. The
;. shan't take you away. don't ca1
u what the Jury says. They shan,t tan
5 you away from me-"
y The reporter left the Dunbar HON
:. and went to the st. Landry paris
> pail A window in the second stor
VI was open and through its bars thei
% came the strains of music played @
Is harp strings. A mans husky voic
s. was raised in a song accompaniment
And these were the words that can
down with the music of the harp:
Ly "Jesus, lover of my soul, let me in
III thy bosom hide.
re While the nearer water fiow,"
rs The music was the making of Wa
III ters. The singing was his and the I
as terview he gave a minute later in h
w cell was in accord with his mood
ed religious enthusiasm.
n God is my aid" he began "He W
lc- not let me. who am an innocent ma
,ir suffer death. And yet, strangely. G,
has allowed for so long that my chs
"a acter be ruined and that l be held !
in before the public as man who shou
he be hanged for a fearful crime"
at Holds Picture OF Child.
of Walters was pacing his cell.
pointed to the photographs that, sho
lrd ed the child he claims is Bruce And
to son.
ev- There is my little boy" he quav
to ed. "He is my-my--little boy. A
yer they have taken him away from I
ng- But God will give him back Beca'
ing He will not let me suffer SO. We WI
cen so happy together-that boy and l.
And once more the man moved o
the to his jailmade harp and thrumm
ons the chords in the making Of the sin
the strains:
"othef refuge have I none"