The entire country had gone broad-horn.

Money being free, whisky was not less so.

The bar of the Cottage was lined perpetually.

Wild men from the range rode their horses up the steps and into the bar-room, demanding to be served as they sat in the saddle, as gentlemen should.

Glass was too tempting to the six-shooters of these enthusiasts, and the barkeeper begged the question by stowing away the fragments of his mirror and keeping most of his bottles out of sight.