The Elk Mountain pilot., 1918-03-21
LIFE AT IT'S WORST
Wild Orgies in Mushroom Towns
Along Union Pacific.
Scenes That Can Only Be Described
~ Reversion Of Mankind to the
Savage, Common In the Early
Days Of the West.

travellers VINO WhlSk across the
country in luxurious trains today lit
tie realize the vision, the toll and the
sacrifice that made possible the steel
road over which they roll along. In
the building of the first railroad across
| the continent is to be found the theme
which has thrilled Zane Grey in 1.-The
u. P. Trail"
Among the pictures drawn by Mr..
Grey Of the scenes and incidents at
tendant upon the building Of the Union
Pacific one of the most vivid is that of
night following pay day in Benton.
one of the towns of the type that
sprang up in the wake Of the road in
the days during its construction, an ex-
change says:
Life indoors that night in Benton
was monstrous, wonderful and hideOus.
The gold that did not flow over the
bars went into the greedy hands of the
cold, swift gamblers or into the clutch
ing fingers of the wild-eyed women.
The big gambling hell had extra lights.
extra attendants, extra tables; and
there round the great glittering mir
ror-blazing bar struggled and laughed
and shouted a drink-sodden mass of
humanity. And all through the rest Of
the big room groups and knots of men
stood and sat around tables, intent,
absorbed. obsessed, listening with
strained ears, watching with wild eyes.
reaching with shaking hands-only to
gasp and throw down their cards and
push gold toward cold faced gamblers.
with muttered curse. This was the
night of the golden harvest for the
ack-garbed, steel-nerved, cold-eyed
card sharps. They knew the brevity
of time. and of hour. and of life.
"In the dancing halls there was a
maddening whirl, an immense and in
credible hilarity, wild fling Of un-
| leashed, burly men, an honest drunken
spree. But there was also the hideous,
red.eyed drunkenness that did not
spring from drink the unveiled pas
sion, the brazen lure, the raw, corrupt
and terrible presence of bad women in
absolute license at a wild and baneful
hour.
livid, medieval. Dance of cannibals.
dance of sun worshipers. dance of
Apaches on the warpath, dance Of cliff
dwellers wild over the massacre of a
dreaded foe-only these orgies might
have been comparable to that wild
whirl of gold and lust.
"Night wore on and the hour of
dawn approached.
'The lamps were dead; the tents
were dark the music was stilled; and
the low, soft roar was but hollow
mockery Of its earlier strength.
alike specters men staggered slowly
and wanderingly through the gray
streets. Gray ghosts! All was gray. A
vacant laugh pealed out and strideut
curse, and then again the low murmur
prevailed. Benton was going to rest.
Weary, drunken, spent nature sought
oblivion-on disordered beds, on hard
floors and in dusty corners. An Inn
mense and lowering shadow held the
tents and halls and streets. Through
this Opaque gloom the silent and the
mumbling revelers reeled along. Loud
er voices broke the spell only for an
instant. Death lay in the middle Of
the main street, In the dust-and no
passing man halted. 1t lay as well
down the side streets, in sandy bitches
and on the tent floors, and behind the
bar of the gambling hell. Likewise
death had his counterpart in hundreds
of PROSTATE men who lay in drunken
stupor. asleep, insensible to the dust
In their faces.
"But the dawn would not stay back
In order to hide Benton's hideousness.
The gray lifted out Of the streets, the
shadows lightened, the east kindled
and the sweet. soft freshness Of des-
ert dawn came In on the gentle breeze.
! And when the sun arose. splendid and
golden, with its promise and beauty,
1t shone upon CHASTITY, silent. notion
less, sleeping Benton"