But the most distressing sight witnessed was in Denver's fair city when a man, still alive, was dragged to death all through the streets by a rope round his neck, followed by a howling mob! By the way, a strange couple once surprised me at my mountain camp, viz., two individuals dressed much alike, both wearing the hair in a long pigtail, both dressed in leather "chaps," high-heeled boots, woollen shirts, big felt hats, rifles and six-shooters, and both as "hard"-looking as they ever make them.

One was a man, the other a woman! They volunteered to me nothing of their business, but I watched the horses a little closer.

And I may as well here give another little incident that occurred in my summer camp.
A United States cavalry officer appeared one day at my door and demanded that I at once move the cattle off the Reservation.

This was a sudden and rather big order.

I told him that I was alone and could not possibly do it at once, or for several days.