tyoal►nu-le10ofdto3dI .;edLconto the roof and they both floated to shore.Dan .Stalter, who lost hie wife and six children, escaped with one of his children by getting into a dry goods box that rode the waves and fortunately washed to the shore.The water was at its height for only about an hoar, and while the waters were receding, the survivors were organizing and search was immdeiately commenced for the missing.The waiting room of the First National bank and Roberts* hall were transformed into receptacles for the dead and when the searchers were forced to quit by darkness, many bodies were recovered. At the first approach of daylight the entire town was out. Nobody slept. All were anxious to again commence the search that has been going on ever since.Before the rushing torrent had readied the depot Leslie Mattock and Bruce Kelly two expert horsemen and old range riders appeared,“May God, Lexington and lone, can we heat the flood,” were the words of Matlock waving a wire cutter in his hand.Not a soul thought it could be done.“We will fry/* and before the words i were out of hesrii,.-,Tdash wont the 11 cruel spurs and two horses tails that stuck straight out were soon out of sight. Over the hills and rocks, through barbed wire fences on they went in their wild ride for life. Twice Matlock’s horse fell, the last time on the rider’s leg, but undaunted he leaped into the saddle and was away. For nine mdes to Lexington it was neck and neck and as the little Iowa was reached, Matlock’s