Not a day or night passed which did not yield its full fruition of vice, quarrels, wounds, or murders.

The crack of the revolver was often heard above the merry notes of the violin.

Street fights were frequent, and as no one knew when or where they would occur, every one was on his guard against a random shot.
"Sunday was always a gala day....

The stores were all open....

Thousands of people crowded the thoroughfares ready to rush in the direction of any promised excitement.