A FORCED MARCH

was made to Lowville, where we arrived in a big thunder storm, at one,

Sunday morning. Rested here for a hot lunch at Bartlett Low’s until five

o’clock, when the extra horsemen started across the broad prairie to the

famous “Lost Timber,” which it was calculated was in advance of the

robbers, as it was supposed they must rest after their superhuman efforts.

The roads were heavy. We reached the destination at ten, and found Erwin

and Harrison with six riders, who had been skirmishing all night at the

spot, and had established