Comanche Indians created...
   Terror on the Texas frontier!

  
by Murray Montgomery

   

  
It seems that most of us these days, have the word “terror” firmly entrenched in our vocabulary – we are all aware that there are people, in other countries, who hate us and wish us harm. They are jealous of our way of life and most of all our freedom.

  In the days of early Texas, the settlers also had to deal with a very real terror – the deadly Comanche Indian. The folks living in Lavaca,

 DeWitt, and Gonzales counties had more than their share of encounters with the Comanche and very often these encounters ended in the torture or death of the poor soul involved.

  It’s not that the Indian warrior was jealous of the white man’s way of life – he was fighting to maintain his, and the settlers were slowly but surely driving him from his homeland. But the Indians didn’t play by the gentlemanly rules of warfare that the pioneers were used to. And the Comanche loved to torture his victim before the individual died – no doubt that person even prayed for death, just to be relieved of the extreme pain and suffering.

  In his book, The History of Lavaca County, Paul C. Boethel writes of several encounters that the settlers had with the volatile Comanche. In every case, the Indian showed his tenacity and determination to crush his enemy. One can only imagine how the pioneers dealt with that ever-present danger.

  Mr. Boethel writes of one event that happened in August of 1840, when Tucker Foley and Dr. Joel Ponton, while traveling from Columbus to Gonzales, encountered some twenty-seven mounted Indians. They had traveled just west of Ponton’s creek when they were jumped by the savages, who chased them all the way back to the stream. When they hit the water, Foley’s horse sank in the mud. Although he dismounted and ran for some timber, the Indians surrounded and captured him.

  The Indians promised to protect him if he would surrender without a fight. Foley had barely given up his gun when they tied him up and peeled back the skin on the bottom of his feet. Then, they made him walk over freshly burnt grass before finally killing him. Ponton faired better than Foley, although his horse was killed, he crawled through the bottomlands and made his escape.

  After making his way back to the settlements, Ponton told of his ordeal – as a result thirty-six Lavaca County men, led by Adam Zumwalt,

 started to track the Indians. Along the way, they found poor Foley’s body and gave him a decent burial. When the volunteers got to Boggy Creek, twenty-four men from the Gonzales area, led by Ben McCulloch, joined them. Another sixty-five men under the command of John J. Tumlinson joined the group later.

  These men along with other forces caught the Indians and soundly defeated them, near Lockhart, in the Battle of Plum Creek. More than likely, the Comanches who attacked Ponton and Foley were part of those involved in what has become know as the Linnville Raid. In this excursion the Comanches raided down the Guadalupe River to Victoria and on to the little port town of Linnville. According to the Handbook of Texas, the Comanche band included some 500 warriors accompanied by a large number of Kiowas and several Mexican guides.

  Another interesting story in Boethel’s book recalls the adventurer “Big Foot” Wallace’s arrival to Texas in 1839. Wallace kept a journal of his experiences and once wrote about how he happened to meet up with a self-proclaimed “Indian hater” in Lavaca County. It seems that Wallace and some other men were camped on the west bank of the Lavaca River near the Zumwalt settlement.

  Feeling they were safe, no guard was posted when they retired for the night. When they awoke the next morning they found that all their horses had been stolen. They walked to the Zumwalt settlement and acquired some horses. It was there that Jeff Turner, the Indian hater, joined them.

  “Big Foot” Wallace, in later years, gave an account of why Turner had such an intense hatred for Indians. It seems that Turner, along with his wife and children, lived on a creek near the Guadalupe River. After a hunting trip, he returned home to find that Indians had killed his entire family. He made a solemn vow that, from that day on; he would hunt and kill Indians at every opportunity.

  Turner made his camp on Chicolete Creek, in the southern part of Lavaca County. It was from here that he continuously traveled in his search for Indians – sometimes venturing as far west as the Rio Grande River. At the time Wallace met him, Turner had forty-six scalps hanging in his camp and was looking to get a “cool hundred.”

  Then there was that time when Lavaca County settler, John H. Livergood found someone up his chimney­ – and it wasn’t Santa Claus. According to The History of Lavaca County: “John H. Livergood ‘dusted’ a Red Skin out of his fireplace chimney. His home was always securely bolted from within and he was awakened one night by a scraping noise made by an Indian who was trying to gain entrance through the chimney. The Indian left hastily when he learned Livergood had been roused.”

  I think it’s safe to say that most folks, living back then, experienced their share of terror during those early days on the Texas frontier.