The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-09-08
Wrtaen for The ArkansaW Trdpeier.
 Jly One Adventure.
BY MRS. F. A. REYNOLDS.

"But, had you no adventure in the far west?" ask my young friends, when l try to describe the grand scenery, or the busy camps where the precious ores are extracted from the mother earth.
 We'll, in the first place, the "far west" Is no longer the "wild west, l" and adventures are not 30 plentiful as in the days when emigrant trains were long lines of white covered wagons, crossing the plains like snail.
 But I did have one adventure, and although 1t is an experience I cannot recall without a shudder, I will tell 1t as well as can, because 1t once more proves the truth of the story of "Poor Dog Tray" whose company got him into trouble.
 In my case I was unconscious of the company l was in until too late to escape the trouble.
 When l was eighteen years old my father died, and to our surprise, noth- ing was left us but our home in Yer mont, and Q few hundred dollars. had brother elder than myself and two sisters younger, who were in school.
 My brother was cashier In a bank, and l, just graduated from business college, intended to accept clerkship in the same bank, when a western paper fell into my hands, describing Butte City, Montana, as the greatest mining camp in the world, and, in short, making it appear the most de- sirable spot on earth. was crazy to go west at once, and would not listen to advice from any one. At last I obtained 8 reluctant consent from my mother, and received one hundred and fifty dollars to pay my fare and ex- penses until at work.
 In few days I was on my way to the west, exultant with high hopes. The scenery on the "long U. P" is familiar to the travelling and reading world, though it was full of interest to me, as the tireless "iron horse" hur- ried us over the prairies of Iowa, the plains of Nebraska, the endless stretches of Wyoming, with misty blue moun- tains in the distance, ever drawing nearerl Through the smiling green fields and world famed canyons of Utah, and the rocky desolation of that part of Idaho through which our road lay-into the we'll watered, beautiful valleys of Montana.
 At last we reached Butte City, and as I rode up to hotel from the sta- tion, I glanced curiously in every di- rection to see what I could of the "greatest mining camp in the world i''
 Big and busy, at any rate," was my comment, as noted the many col- umns of smoke, and the stream of peo- pie hurryiDg hither and thither. I found the hotel as comfortable as any I had ever patronized in the east, and the prices not so extraordinary as had feared.
 Aside from . certain free and easy air, the gentlemen seemed like my eastern associates, and found the ladies dressed magnifcently, while the stores carried all the luxuries of life, and the private houses were elegantly and tsstefully furnished.
 But, after all, Butte City was not like . village nor an eastern city; 1t was . huge camp.
 l I tried at once to obtain employ ment, for which I was prepared, but in spite of my knowledge of book keepiDg-my clcverness as an account ant, and my undeniably fine penman- ship, I could not find . position any where in town. Every place was filled, and applications were "ten deep for every vacancy.
 My funds ran low. I went to . cheap lodging, and took my dinner at sn eating -house, taking light break fast and supper in my own room. At lAst, when waiting longer wa out of the question, did what every body else ont west doee. when in .