Yet stay: perhaps there were half a dozen men who had lived at Ellisville from the first who could, perhaps, take one to the boarding-house of Mrs.Daly; who could, perhaps, tell something of the forgotten days of the past, the days of two years ago, before the present population of Ellisville came West.
There was, perhaps, a graveyard, but the headstones had been so few that one could tell but little of it now.

Much of this, no doubt, was exaggeration, this talk of a graveyard, of a doubled street, of murders, of the legal killings which served as arrests, of the lynchings which once passed as justice.

There was a crude story of the first court ever held in Ellisville, but of course it was mere libel to say that it was held in the livery barn.

Rumour said that the trial was over the case of a negro, or Mexican, or Indian, who had been charged with murder, and who was himself killed in an attempt at lynching, by whose hand it was never known.

These things were remembered or talked about by but very few, these the old-timers, the settlers of two years ago.