The trail of the wicked are broad, and easy to follow even out on the wide prairies.

One of these "sky pilots" landed at Pine Bluffs, and the boys rigged up the hall over the saloon, which generally served as a place to dance, and the saloon was closed for an hour or two that all might hear the sermon. After the missionary had told the old, old story, and sang a few hymns, they again went down stairs. There seemed few ways to show the hospitality of the west, and one of the boys, just to be friendly, asked the missionary to join with others at the bar.

Everybody lined up, and ordered their preference, expecting the man of cloth might ask for a soda. Imagine their surprise when he ordered Scotch. This was the beginning. Everybody had to set 'em up and every time the minister took his strong decoction.

The affair turned into a sort of an orgy, and one of the boisterous fellows, old Carthage, I believe it was, swapped his sombrero for

the man's plug hat. After while a team was hitched up and the preacher loaded with a well jagged driver to make the trip to Antelopeville, whe.re he was next due.

In the night he drove up in front of the Lynch hotel, and observing a light in the office called to men there to come out and help him "unload a dead man." During the journey, the preacher had slumped over against the driver, and he believed him to be in a drunken stupor. He called him a dead man in attempted jocular manner, but imagine his surprise, when they came out and carried him into the hotel, to find that he was actually dead.