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Show That's Cheyenne. A correspondent of '.he Chicago Times, who is assigned to General Crook's Indian expedition, is obliged to wait in that Cheyenne the general is ready to start. Fancy his astonishment astonish-ment in making such discoveries as are here mentioned: A more God-forsaken country than eastern Wyoming along the track of the Union Pacific road from Jules-burg Jules-burg to Cheyenne, the eye of man has seldom rested upon. Y'our correspondent corres-pondent saw nothing worthy of note except rocks, low sand hills, straggling strag-gling antelope and prairie dog. The only redeeming feature is the majestic ma-jestic view of "the snowy range" and Long's peak of the Rocky mountains, as the train approaches Cheyenne. OUR CHICAGO MORALISTS would be shocked out of their appetites appe-tites if they saw bunko, faro, keno, and the rest of it, openly practiced here day and night. The infatuated miners furnish the chief food of the gambling harpies. They stake all their gold dust, lose it, of course, and then go back to dig for more. But Cheyenne, it must be acknowledged, ' is a quiet kind of hell. Half a dozen peelers suffice to keep people's throats from being cut. Yet the saloons never close, that I have seen, and the devil in the shape of harlotry makes "the varieties theatbes" places of moral pestilence. Their closing hour is 3 o'clock in the morning; morn-ing; and, on Sunday nights, being closed during church hours, thei curtains roll up, and their overture makes discord at midnight. Long John ought to come out here and run lor mayor. Perhaps he could do for Cheyenne what he once did for "the sands." |