Of course, these halls are not allowed near towns of much _size_ or _importance_, where men live with their _families_, but are mostly in small places, and in many cases are far out upon the range. They are built in all shapes. The very air is contaminated with the vicious venom that arises from their walls like the odor from hell. Some are built by digging into the _ground_ a few feet and then putting a few feet of _adobes_ on top, making the ceiling just high enough for a man to _walk_ under; and when the fiends gather in the nights are made hideous and the noise of the riots sounds like the rumbling of the infernal regions. These houses are the manufactories of evil and the polluted fountains from which untold misery and wickedness have been drunk by the unfortunate ones who traveled thither. Many a noble though _ambitious_ young man, the pride of a happy family and the delight of his fellow-comrades, has gone west to seek his fortune, like his forefathers in years gone by. The location is often made in these wild places, and when the cultivated delicacy and human timidity are once a little numbed, he walks with his _comrades_ and is soon led to their venomous dens. Though it may be a little _shocking_ at first, there is nothing but his own lonely conscience to discourage him and warn him of the enormity and danger; and under the circumstances the _ordinary_ man is tempted and will go down. When he visits these houses the seeds are sown in his breast that the oxygen of prairie air will hasten to maturity. Every man who visits these places has his life in his hand; and it is as easily dropped as though it were the most insignificant article. Often when a fond family is daily looking for a loved one to return, his spirit is winging the subtile air and his bones are bleaching upon the prairie, the secret, like the body, melting into clay. Of course, as was said, these vile places and extremely wicked inhabitants are principally found in small towns in the midst of the unsettled _country_ or where these earthly hells are pitched in the midst of the plain; for there are some _pretty_ little towns and _good_ people. It appears somewhat strange that man--and not only man--will so degenerate, and become so extremely wicked and beastly; but it appears that the average person, when living in a wild, unsettled country, surrounded with so much evil, loses all his refinement and develops into a new creature. While picturing western life and relating frontier adventures it may be _proper_ and perhaps _interesting_ to many to give a sketch of the life of Hon. Wm. F. Cody,--“Buffalo Bill,”--a man known the world over as a border hero, of whom too much can not be said in the way of praise for valuable services rendered the Government as an army-scout, guide, and Indian-fighter.