While the gold-fever is not just at present epidemic, the prospector is still abroad in many a gulch and canyon and torrent's mouth in the heart of the treasure-bearing Rockies. The adventurous spirit finds an intense fascination in these wild, lowly mountains, which continually offer the chance of discovering a vein of yellow-flecked quartz, precious silver ore, by some lucky stroke of the pickax. By such hazard, the riches of the Black Hills were revealed; and so, too, sprung the fallacious hopes which brought an eager crowd, as if by magic, to the far, almost inaccessible fastnesses of Coeur d'Alene.

In such a life, danger and romance are closely mingled. It is not yet entirely safe to invade the old hunting-grounds of the Indian; and that other terror of the Rocky Mountains, the grizzly bear, is by no means extinct. Dramas of action more thrilling than ever get into the conventional "bear story” performed without spectators, when the path of the prospector chances unexpectedly cross that of the formidable Ursus feror, the true monarch of the foothills. A steady hand glides backward with instinctive promptness, and grasps the ever-ready revolver, forefinger on trigger. The chances are that Bruin will not succumb to pistol-balls, however well-aimed; and a desperate hand-to-hand conflict, with bowie-knife and claws, has to be fought out before the grizzle—or the man is finished. Anyone who has looked upon the truly grisly form and three-inch claws of this monster will feel the excitement of the situation which the artist has graphically represented.

Frank Leslie's Illustrated Newspaper, February 13, 1886.

DENVER, Col , Sept. 4.—In this beautiful city of the West the devil is fast gaining ground. Drunkenness and prostitution are becoming alarmingly prevalent, and if not checked will make Denver on a par with the worst cities of the Union in vice. The neighborhood of Halliday Street is the stronghold of sin. The stranger, no matter where he comes from, if his tendencies are evil, gravitates toward this locality as naturally as a duck takes to the water. On this street are located the fashionable palaces of sin, the most notorious of which is presided over by Madam Minnie Clifford, who takes pride in saying that she is the only Madam in Denver in whose house the infamous dance known as the "Can Can" is performed. She openly boasts that her best 3 patrons are married men, many of them bald-headed and grey, who frequently remain till three o'clock in the morning. She has seven soiled doves, whose· names are: Della Thompson, Ida Charleston, Marian Custer, Ada Courtney, Lillie Thorp, May Crocker, India Florence. All of these women perform the "can can" nightly for the delectation of Madam Clifford's patrons. The premiere of the dance is the last named, a young girl with a history. She states that she was born in Washington, D.C., and became the victim of man's perfidy four years ago, and shortly after went to Philadelphia, and entered a fashionable bagnio, presided over by Madam Annie Winters, 1216 Locust Street.

She remained there six months, and came to Denver three years ago, and has since resided at her present abode. She never appears in the "can can" without wearing at least $2,000 worth of diamonds.

Those who have seen these dances say that they excel in lewdness anything ever witnessed in this city. They are orgies which would delight the basest tastes. The accompanying sketch will afford a slight idea of the scene.

National Police Gazette, September 18, 1880.