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Show 160 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. to one McG , who had a contract with the big rogues, with the big gambling houses, the vigilants and the hangman to bury their dead. A bluff, grum man was this McG . He seldom smiled, and laughed only when he had a call, and then the sound came hollow, low and unearthly, reminding one of the ghosts and goblins in their midnight orgies. He was sharp to drive a bargain, had an eye to profit, and was always in a hurry. An old crone who lived in a cabin in the rear of his shop used to relate that she could hear him at all hours of the night making coffins, and while beating a tattoo with a hammer upon the lid, would sing in a low gutteral sound,' rattle his bones over the stones-he's a poor devil whom nobody owns.' It was said of him that for practical purposes he used but one coffin, always dumping the body into the grave and saving the coffin for further use. Be this as it may, he one day passed in his chips and the box he had so long used with economy was now utilized for himself. Here ended the usefulness of the ' Rogues' burying ground,' and its legends have passed into history." While- waiting for the "iron horse" to take refreshments at the water tank and coal sheds, I had an opportunity to reflect upon the difference between the style of travel on wheels twenty years ago and now; for, there, thrown up against a fence, was an old, rapidly decaying stage coach. It seemed a sacred thing, this relic of other days, for had it not borne the pioneers here, who created the State? It was a luxury in its time, but now it is a crumbling victim of a newer form of progression-puffing, panting, pushing steam. , I beckoned the conductor and asked for more light upon this mouldering remnant of the past, and said, as |