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that Slade kept a reward standing for his capture； dead or alive！
After awhile； seeing that Slade's energetic administration had restored
peace and order to one of the worst divisions of the road； the overland
stage company transferred him to the Rocky Ridge division in the Rocky
Mountains； to see if he could perform a like miracle there。 It was the
very paradise of outlaws and desperadoes。 There was absolutely no
semblance of law there。 Violence was the rule。 Force was the only
recognized authority。 The commonest misunderstandings were settled on
the spot with the revolver or the knife。 Murders were done in open day；
and with sparkling frequency； and nobody thought of inquiring into them。
It was considered that the parties who did the killing had their private
reasons for it； for other people to meddle would have been looked upon as
indelicate。 After a murder； all that Rocky Mountain etiquette required
of a spectator was； that he should help the gentleman bury his game
otherwise his churlishness would surely be remembered against him the
first time he killed a man himself and needed a neighborly turn in
interring him。
Slade took up his residence sweetly and peacefully in the midst of this
hive of horse…thieves and assassins； and the very first time one of them
aired his insolent swaggerings in his presence he shot him dead！ He
began a raid on the outlaws； and in a singularly short space of time he
had completely stopped their depredations on the stage stock； recovered a
large number of stolen horses； killed several of the worst desperadoes of
the district； and gained such a dread ascendancy over the rest that they
respected him； admired him； feared him； obeyed him！ He wrought the same
marvelous change in the ways of the community that had marked his
administration at Overland City。 He captured two men who had stolen
overland stock； and with his own hands he hanged them。 He was supreme
judge in his district； and he was jury and executioner likewiseand not
only in the case of offences against his employers； but against passing
emigrants as well。 On one occasion some emigrants had their stock lost
or stolen； and told Slade； who chanced to visit their camp。 With a
single companion he rode to a ranch； the owners of which he suspected；
and opening the door； commenced firing； killing three； and wounding the
fourth。
From a bloodthirstily interesting little Montana book。 〃The Vigilantes
of Montana；〃 by Prof。 Thos。 J。 Dimsdale。＇ I take this paragraph：
〃While on the road； Slade held absolute sway。 He would ride down to
a station； get into a quarrel； turn the house out of windows； and
maltreat the occupants most cruelly。 The unfortunates had no means
of redress； and were compelled to recuperate as best they could。
On one of these occasions； it is said he killed the father of the fine
little half…breed boy Jemmy； whom he adopted； and who lived with his
widow after his execution。 Stories of Slade's hanging men； and of
innumerable assaults； shootings； stabbings and beatings； in which he was
a principal actor； form part of the legends of the stage line。 As for
minor quarrels and shootings； it is absolutely certain that a minute
history of Slade's life would be one long record of such practices。
Slade was a matchless marksman with a navy revolver。 The legends say
that one morning at Rocky Ridge； when he was feeling comfortable； he saw
a man approaching who had offended him some days beforeobserve the fine
memory he had for matters like thatand； 〃Gentlemen；〃 said Slade；
drawing； 〃it is a good twenty…yard shotI'll clip the third button on
his coat！〃 Which he did。 The bystanders all admired it。 And they all
attended the funeral； too。
On one occasion a man who kept a little whisky…shelf at the station did
something which angered Sladeand went and made his will。 A day or two
afterward Slade came in and called for some brandy。 The man reached
under the counter （ostensibly to get a bottlepossibly to get something
else）； but Slade smiled upon him that peculiarly bland and satisfied
smile of his which the neighbors had long ago learned to recognize as a
death…warrant in disguise； and told him to 〃none of that！pass out the
high…priced article。〃 So the poor bar…keeper had to turn his back and
get the high…priced brandy from the shelf； and when he faced around again
he was looking into the muzzle of Slade's pistol。 〃And the next
instant；〃 added my informant； impressively； 〃he was one of the deadest
men that ever lived。〃
The stage…drivers and conductors told us that sometimes Slade would leave
a hated enemy wholly unmolested； unnoticed and unmentioned； for weeks
togetherhad done it once or twice at any rate。 And some said they
believed he did it in order to lull the victims into unwatchfulness； so
that he could get the advantage of them； and others said they believed he
saved up an enemy that way； just as a schoolboy saves up a cake； and made
the pleasure go as far as it would by gloating over the anticipation。
One of these cases was that of a Frenchman who had offended Slade。
To the surprise of everybody Slade did not kill him on the spot； but let
him alone for a considerable time。 Finally； however； he went to the
Frenchman's house very late one night； knocked； and when his enemy opened
the door； shot him deadpushed the corpse inside the door with his foot；
set the house on fire and burned up the dead man； his widow and three
children！ I heard this story from several different people； and they
evidently believed what they were saying。 It may be true； and it may
not。 〃Give a dog a bad name；〃 etc。
Slade was captured； once； by a party of men who intended to lynch him。
They disarmed him； and shut him up in a strong log…house； and placed a
guard over him。 He prevailed on his captors to send for his wife； so
that he might have a last interview with her。 She was a brave； loving；
spirited woman。 She jumped on a horse and rode for life and death。
When she arrived they let her in without searching her； and before the
door could be closed she whipped out a couple of revolvers； and she and
her lord marched forth defying the party。 And then； under a brisk fire；
they mounted double and galloped away unharmed！
In the fulness of time Slade's myrmidons captured his ancient enemy
Jules； whom they found in a well…chosen hiding…place in the remote
fastnesses of the mountains； gaining a precarious livelihood with his
rifle。 They brought him to Rocky Ridge； bound hand and foot； and
deposited him in the middle of the cattle…yard with his back against a
post。 It is said that the pleasure that lit Slade's face when he heard
of it was something fearful to contemplate。 He examined his enemy to see
that he was securely tied； and then went to bed； content to wait till
morning before enjoying the luxury of killing him。 Jules spent the night
in the cattle…yard； and it is a region where warm nights are never known。
In the morning Slade practised on him with his revolver； nipping the
flesh here and there； and occasionally clipping off a finger； while Jules
begged him to kill him outright and put him out of his misery。 Finally
Slade reloaded； and walking up close to his victim； made some
characteristic remarks and then dispatched him。 The body lay there half
a day； nobody venturing to touch it without orders； and then Slade
detailed a party and assisted at the burial himself。 But he first cut
off the dead man's ears and put them in his vest pocket； where he carried
them for some time with great satisfaction。 That is the story as I have
frequently heard it told and seen it in print in California newspapers。
It is doubtless correct in all essential particulars。
In due time we rattled up to a stage…station； and sat down to breakfast
with a half…savage； half…civilized company of armed and bearded
mountaineers； ranchmen and station employees。 The most gentlemanly…
appearing； quiet and affable officer we had yet found along the road in
the Overland Company's service was the person who sat at the head of the
table； at my elbow。 Never youth stared and shivered as I did when I
heard them call him