Townsend's Tale

A few weeks ago we chronicled the departure of Emory Townsend for the West. We are in receipt of Denver papers from him which teil of the G. A. R. reunión. He arrived thcre, and yet he does not seem perfectly happy from the tone of a letter recently received from hitn by a friend. We quote : - Cheyenne, the town I fii-st went to, has about 4,000 inhabitants. There are 136 saloons in the place. They know no Sunday; have been trying to build a church for two and a half years, and it is only hiilf completed for the lack of funds; yet there are quite a number of men there worth millions. Not a tree of any kind in tlie wliole city, and not even an onion or house .plant is or can be raised there. Well, I have said enough about Cheyenne, as 1 do not intend to go there again. I have been to Greeley, Ft. Collins, Loveland, Boulder, Brighton, Denver, and a lot of other towns. This is a hard country, and not much work to be done. Men ask for work hy the dozen s, but find it not. They teil me that every week there are 500 applications for work at the Union Pacific railroad offices. Wages are not as high as they are in the east. A man was shot the other niglit at Denver, but that was nothing, and it caused no stir, it is too conimon an affair. But if a bank breaks the old scratch is to pay. I am not homesick in the least; but tuis in a God-forsaken country, I teil you, There are no trees except a sort of cotton wood, and not one of them makes a nice sbade tree. I have seen thousandsupon thousandsof acres of nothing but cactus and sage brush. Step outside of aiiy town and that is what will meet your view, no matter which way you look. The atmosphere is very hard on the complexion. The women are as dark as Indians. Yet there are some line views here. I have but to step to the door to see Long's peak, over 1,400 feet high and covered with snow. Pike's peak, 150 miles away, can be seen here on a clear day. We are 40 miles irom Long's peak. I have not seen a spear of clover since coming int.o the state, they cannot raise it, The horses look hard, nothing but prairie orass to feed them on. They keep the abbath no more than at Cheyenne. All thedrygoods stores, groceries and saloons are open and tlie railroad company doublé the trains on Sunday. There is not one drop of water iit to drink except that brought from the mountains. I am going up in a few days. The inhabitants expect the hardest winter ever known in Colorado. Carpenters are out of jobs and are runnine from one town to another to get