The Western Echo: A Description of the Western State and Territories of the United States. As Gathered in a Tour by WagonRomspert, George W.
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The Western Echo: A Description of the Western State and Territories of the United States. As Gathered in a Tour by Wagon
Romspert, George W.
West (U.S.) -- Description and travel
Now, if there are
several together, a few drinks about makes happiness full; and the ball
then opens. The boys all draw good wages, their expenses are light, and
most of them aim to spend in saloons every dollar that is not needed for
actual necessaries. They often draw from fifty to one hundred dollars at
once, and spend every dollar of it before leaving a saloon. There are
men making fortunes off the cow-boys to-day. There are professional
gamblers lurking around most of these frontier saloons, and they watch
to _intoxicate_ the boys and then play them out of their money. Though
the game be begun in the best of humor, it is usual for each man to lay
his six-shooter at his side; and the _maxim_ is, _mind your eye_. As
long as everything is done squarely there is no trouble; but the first
man that is caught tricking is in hot quarters; and I have seen some
deadly battles without one word spoken. Sometimes the gamblers entirely
strip the boys, and with an understanding, when there is a large pot,
they point the six-shooters at the gamblers’ heads and pull in the pile.
Some years ago Dodge City, Kansas, was given up to be the roughest and
most wicked place in the United States. It is situated right where the
Texas trail crosses the railroad, and was a regular stock-center.
Numbers of cow-boys were constantly going in and out, and whole dens of
gamblers and prostitutes were quartered here for lucre. The population
being composed of _such beings_, and the clash of the six-shooter being
the voice of the law, the vilest consequences are but natural. Ah! many
a man played his last game here, and mingled his dying-breath with the
lurid smoke of the six-shooters. Men were shot down like dogs, and
buried as they fell, red with gore and horribly mangled.
There is at this place a yard called the _Boot Grave-yard_, a place well
known to all western men, and called thus from the fact that
thirty-eight men have been buried here with their boots on. There was
scarcely a day that there was not a riot in town among the cow-boys, or
between the cow-boys and gamblers; and of course _shooting_ and
_cutting_ was the consequence. Emigrants passing through with wagons,
and not knowing the place, were decoyed into dark places and robbed.
Passengers from the trains, on going in for refreshments and showing
any amount of money, were trapped and robbed, and were killed upon
resistance. You are a stranger in the country, and they are all cliqued
together; and what are you to do? If you go to making much trouble, or
get to shooting off your mouth, the consequences can be imagined. Even
when there are _officers_, they are not able to command order; for the
first day they try it a ball from some unknown villain will strike him.
Hence the officers are usually cliqued with the desperadoes. The easier
a person can get out of these places the better; for the officers
themselves will put you into a dungeon for the gamblers to rob you.
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