mounted and on foot, shadowed by every tree and covered by every bush.
Could it be possible for an escape through such a formidable line!
Driving up from Rush Lake towards evening weary and hungry from the day’s
exertion, the writer was hailed by three men hastening across from heavy
timber to the right of the Garden City road. Halting, he was told
excitedly that the three men crossing from Garden City came upon a dense
thicket overhanging the Blue Earth river where they heard voices. They
stopped and listened when they distinctly heard a voice.
“There is a good shelter here, why should we move.”
It was raining at the time. The men from Garden City waited and watched,
but they saw nothing. After some time they fired off their shot guns, but
no response was made. For four hours the men kept guard over the place,
and as night was coming on they thought they would go out in search of
help.
The writer at once alighted from his buggy and being joined by some dozen
armed men, they approached the spot indicated. The cover was almost
impenetrably dense, and it was impossible to see a dozen yards in any
direction, and the hunt ended in failure, some of the party believing that
the three men from Garden city had given way to a strong imagination. But
at