Really and truly, two thirds of the talk of drivers and conductors had been about this man Slade, ever since the day before we reached Julesburg.

In order that the eastern reader may have a clear conception of what a Rocky Mountain desperado is, in his highest state of development, I will reduce all this mass of overland gossip to one straightforward narrative, and present it in the following shape: Slade was born in Illinois, of good parentage.

At about twenty-six years of age he killed a man in a quarrel and fled the country.

At St.Joseph, Missouri, he joined one of the early California-bound emigrant trains, and was given the post of train-master.

One day on the plains he had an angry dispute with one of his wagon-drivers, and both drew their revolvers.