Anyone care to help me out with a few lines in this Rabbit Brown song? Here is "The Mystery of the Dunbar Child":
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www.myspace.com/rabbitbrown The Mystery Of The Dunbar Child
(It was in the) month of August in the year of 1912
The kidnapping of the Dunbar?s Child that was a mystery sad to tell.
It was down on lake Swayze on a warm and sunny day
Everyone was enjoying happiness at a (pic a nic they gave) that day
You know the two children they wandered off Bobby and Conrad alone
When the returning of the other child he had said oh Bobby?s gone.
But where did little Bobby go everyone tried to know
and they all started searching Opelousas and along lake Swayze?s shore
You know the searched and searched for miles around almost the whole night long.
no one could?ve imagine where poor Bobby Dunbar?s gone.
Well they dragged the lake and they dynamite
All most the whole next day until someone had suspicion that some kidnap taken bobby away
A reward was been offered to see if Bobby could be found
Every one joined in the search you know in and out the town
No one heard of anything you know about that missing child
The father and mother of the Dunbar child it drove them almost wild
For months and months they looked and listened to hear something of their boy
And at last they heard about Walters child that he called his pride and joy
The was someone to Hub Mississippi you know that little country town
and everyone shouted out with Joy so glad Bobby had been found
You know that he was taken in custody given to the Dunbar brave and bold
But the Dunbars (?)* tale to tell that?s my child that Walter stole
Oh Walter was taken to prison and he was placed in an Opelousas jail
and he was charged for kidnapping (without any put up) bail
He says I?m an innocent man and believe a wretch like me
If I could see the Governor face to face I am sure he would set me free
Julia Anderson has proved his mother and I pray he?s not dead
You can picture their resemblance from his feet up to his head
Oh, the juryman found him guilty and the clerk wrote it down
The jury passed the sentence penitentiary he was bound
He was brought for safe keeping to dear old New Orleans
there he appealed for a new trial for the court of supreme
He said I know God wouldn?t have me punished for a crime that I didn?t do.
I hope and trust each and everyone someday find out that I?m true
Prosperity for New Orleans and also justice ( Lamb???)
Oh I am glad to tell you that Walter is now a free man.* I have no idea what he is saying here. I did see a newspaper article from
1914 that lists the name "Ot VanGriethuisen." Maybe?
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Here is a 2004 newspaper article about the use of DNA in the Bobby Dunbar case!
Finding Bobby Dunbar After nearly a century, DNA may finally solve mystery.
Bobby Dunbar, right, who was kidnapped in 1912, poses in this old photograph with his mother, Lessie. William Walters, a wayward tinker from North Carolina, was convicted of the kidnapping in 1914. (AP Photo/Courtesy of Margaret Cutright, File)
KINSTON, N.C. (AP) -- When Bobby Dunbar vanished into the coffee-colored Louisiana swamps nine decades ago, the search was unrelenting.
Hundreds of volunteers slogged through the murky waters around Swayze Lake looking for some trace of the barefoot, blue-eyed 4-year-old. Searchers sliced open the bellies of alligators and dynamited the lake, thinking the blasts might dislodge the child's corpse.
Then, eight months later, police announced they had found little Bobby in the company of a wayward tinker from North Carolina. The man protested -- no, he said, this was his brother's illegitimate child.
A jury convicted him of kidnapping. The little boy grew to manhood, fathered four children and, when he died, was buried as a Dunbar.
William Walters is shown during in this April 1914 photo taken during his trial in Louisiana for kidnapping Bobby Dunbar. Dunbar was four-years-old when he vanished into the Louisiana swamps. A jury convicted Walters of kidnapping and the little boy grew to manhood, fathering a family of his own. (AP Photo/Courtesy of Margaret Cutright)
But was he really Bobby Dunbar?
Four years ago, the boy's granddaughter began a search for the answer. Margaret Cutright believes modern-day science may help solve a mystery that has haunted three families for 92 years.
But she is unsure whether to take her search to its logical conclusion.
Bobby Dunbar was lost once. Does she have the right to take him away again?
Margaret Cutright looks at a picture of her grandfather, Bobby Dunbar, on her computer, Jan. 21, 2004, in Kinston, N.C. Dunbar was four years old when he vanished into the Louisiana swamps in 1912. (AP Photo/Bob Jordan)
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The Louisiana papers dubbed it the crime of the young 20th century.
On a sultry August morning in 1912, a group set out for a fishing contest along Swayze's muddy shores. When the participants returned to the cabins for lunch, Bobby Dunbar wandered off unnoticed.
No straw hat nor any other trace could be found of Percy and Lessie Dunbar's older son. But when searchers found a solitary set of bare footprints leading toward a rickety railroad trestle out of the swamps, and talk surfaced of a stranger wandering those parts, the Dunbars decided Bobby must have been taken.
Michael Walters, great-great-nephew of William Walters, who was convicted of kidnapping 4-year-old Bobby Dunbar in 1914, stands in a Walters family cemetery Jan. 9, 2004, in Barnesville, N.C. (AP Photo/Bob Jordan)
The citizens of Opelousas pledged a $1,000 reward for Bobby's return, "no questions asked." Percy Dunbar, a well-respected real estate and insurance man, had a detective agency print up postcards with a picture and description of Bobby, and mail them to town and county officials from east Texas to Florida.
"Large round blue eyes, hair light, but turning dark, complexion very fair with rosy cheeks, well developed, stout but not very fat," it read. "Big toe on left foot badly scarred from burn when a baby."
In April 1913, a wire arrived from the little town of Hub, Miss. A drifter named William Cantwell Walters had been taken into custody there. He had a boy with him who matched Bobby's description.
The Dunbars rushed to Mississippi, but they were not immediately sure this was their boy.
The youth had a scar on his left foot. He had a mole on his neck where Bobby had one. But he refused to answer to the name Bobby, and when the mother tried to hold him, he would have nothing to do with her.
Mrs. Dunbar asked to see the boy again the next day. After stripping and bathing him, her uncertainty left her.
"Thank God, it is my boy," she shouted. Then she fainted.
Kidnapping was a capital offense in Louisiana, and Walters knew his life hung in the balance. In a letter to the Dunbars from his jail cell in Columbia, Miss., Walters insisted the boy was actually Bruce Anderson, the son of his brother and a woman who had cared for his aged parents back home in Barnesville, N.C. He begged them to send for her.
"I know by now you have Decided," he wrote in scrawling, unpunctuated script. "you are wrong it is vary likely I will Loose my Life on account of that and if I do the Great God will hold you accountable"
A New Orleans newspaper made arrangements to bring Julia Anderson to Mississippi to make her own identification. But the people of Opelousas had already made up their minds.
Nearly 91 years later, Aline Castille Perrault can still picture the joyous scene she experienced as a 10-year-old.
It was April 25, 1913, and the whole of St. Landry Parish had been invited to the party on the courthouse square to welcome little Bobby home.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Here he comes, here he comes." Bobby, by then nearly 5 years old, rode into the square on a flower-bedecked fire engine, gliding triumphantly past the Spanish-revival courthouse and the Roman arches of the Old Town Market. Aline and the others thronged around.
"It was a jolly affair," said the now-100-year-old woman recently, "and everybody was happy for the little boy."
Julia Anderson arrived in Opelousas on May 1. It had been more than 15 months since she had given Walters permission to take Bruce. She, like Mrs. Dunbar, had trouble identifying him as her son, and the boy -- who suddenly found himself in a nice home with a pony and a bicycle -- wanted nothing to do with her.
After her initial wavering, Anderson declared that "her mother's heart" told her the boy found with the tinker was indeed her son. But her uncertainty was not easily forgiven.
"Animals don't forget, but this big, coarse country woman, several times a mother -- she forgot," one newspaper reported. "Children were only regrettable incidents in her life. ... She hopes her son isn't dead just as she hopes that the cotton crop will be good this year. Of true mother love, she has none."
Following a sensational two-week trial that was the object of newsreels, songs and souvenir postcards, Walters was convicted of kidnapping and sentenced to life in prison. Walters spent two years behind bars before being granted a new trial on a technicality. But the town of Opelousas decided that Bobby was where he belonged, and enough had been spent on the case.
The tinker was released and soon faded into obscurity, but Bobby would never know such peace. Whenever there was a sensational kidnapping, such of the 1932 disappearance of the Lindbergh baby, reporters would return to the home of "that little lost boy."
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Growing up in Winston-Salem, N.C., Cutright, 42, heard the stories of her grandfather's disappearance and sensational recovery. She had never had any reason to question them -- until the family lost another boy.
When her brother Robbie died in a plane crash in 1999, Cutright's father gave her a family scrapbook chronicling the kidnapping case. Leafing through the crumbling, yellowed clippings, she came across an editorial cartoon from 1913.
In the drawing, titled "Fifty Years From Now?", a bearded old man sits in a chair, his right hand cupped behind his ear as a boy, kneeling on the floor over a newspaper from the kidnapping trial, looks up and asks: "Grandpa, do you think we'll ever know for certain what our right name is?"
"That just hit me like a ton of bricks," says Cutright, who now lives in Garrison, N.Y. "The little boy on the floor represented my brother. It was my inspiration to look further."
Cutright's search has taken her from the cypress swamps of Louisiana to the woods of Mississippi and finally to the hardscrabble Carolina pinelands where Bruce Anderson was born.
Her wanderings eventually led her to the house where Walters' defense attorney once lived. To her shock, the man's granddaughter still lived there and, from a closet, she produced the original 900-page defense file.
Cutright spent months scanning and transcribing the telegrams, letters and depositions. Witnesses had placed Walters and the boy he called Bruce miles away from Opelousas the day Bobby went missing.
When she finished, she says, "I grieved for two weeks."
Suddenly, she felt the urgent need to go back to Louisiana. As she stood on the cross ties of that derelict railroad trestle staring into that muddy water, Cutright realized that her notion of who she was had changed forever.
"I felt that it was the first time anyone in my family had gone and acknowledged that a little boy had died there."
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Cutright's findings have given the hope of closure to a family she has only recently discovered.
Julia Anderson settled in Mississippi after the trial, married and raised eight children. Those children grew up believing they had a half brother who had been stolen from them.
Cutright, who is working on a book about the case, has tracked down Bruce's two surviving siblings and shown them her evidence. One of them, 80-year-old Hollis Rawls, has expressed a willingness to submit a DNA sample to help prove whether Cutright's grandfather was really Bruce Anderson.
Establishing a genetic link between Cutright's grandfather and the Andersons would mean reaching back at least two generations -- and possibly exhumations. A simpler question to answer would be: Was her grandfather Bobby Dunbar?
Because the Y chromosome is passed almost unchanged from father to son, matching the DNA of one of Bobby's three sons with that of his brother Alonzo's male offspring would tell whether Cutright's grandfather was a Dunbar.
But there are those who would rather leave that Pandora's Box closed.
Gerald Dunbar, Bobby's youngest son, says his father had made peace with his story. "No matter how it (a DNA test) turns out, there's going to be a sense of loss," says Gerald Dunbar, who lives in Lafayette, La. "What is to be truly gained?"
For one thing, the test could prove William Walters' innocence, says his great-great-nephew, Michael Walters.
"If he did do it, it's not going to change anything about me," says Walters, who lives just a few miles from the old family farm in Robeson County, N.C. "But I would like to know."
Despite several family members' objections, one of Alonzo's sons has agreed to submit to the test. So has Cutright's father -- Bobby Dunbar's namesake.
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Robert Dunbar Jr. retired to a little house in Kinston, not 100 miles from the piney woods where Bruce Anderson was born.
On the living room wall hangs a massive family tree whose roots stretch back to a Robert Dunbar who came to North Carolina from Scotland in 1770.
"If I'm not a Dunbar, I would like to meet some of my other family," says Cutright's father, a 67-year-old state retiree. "I would like to clarify where I think I am."
But in a way, it doesn't matter what the test shows.
He recalled a conversation with his father back in 1954, when he was just a teenager. Another sensational kidnapping had brought a reporter around, and the resulting, ambiguous story prompted him to ask his father:
"Well, how do you know that you're Bobby Dunbar."
His father, who died in 1966, looked him square in the face and gave him an enigmatic answer, he says:
"I know who I am, and I know who you are. And nothing else makes a difference."
