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every part of the continent, and from every stratum of society. Capitalists, mining engineers, scouts and promoters, miners, lawyers, doctors, bankers, gamblers and adventurers rubbed elbows at the rude bars or slept side by side on cots in tents and shacks. Women of the underworld, frankly outside the pale, and others of the twilight zone mingled with the crowds. In time came better accommodations. Substantial homes and hotels were built, society was regulated, law and a semblance of order were established, but the feverish life flowed on as before.Of the many camps that sprang up in this period none was so picturesque, so unique as Rawhide. The very name conjured up visions of the unusual and the grotesque-ness was heightened by the appellation of "Dead Horse Well" bestowed upon the chief source of domestic water for the camp. At the commencement it was a tent city straggling along the course of a canyon for two miles.On the left as one topped the rise on the main road and looked down the canyon was a cone-shaped hill that proved to be a rich depository of gold. Behind this hill in a gulch running off at an angle was that part of the town set aside for night revelry, which some wit in the early days of the camp named Stingaree Gulch, from a bug indigenous to the southwest whose sting is painful. On the right Rawhide avenue ran back to another low summit. On all sides was a jumble of mountains, bare and bleak, that threw back the hot breath of the sun inEulogytoRileyGrannanPAGE FOUR




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