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sooner does he hold the object of his desires in his hands than those blood suckers swarm around him and by one pretext or another coax his hard won earnings from him. It is a most solemn fact that in all gold producing countries the man that actually labors and plucks the gold from its hidden recesses never enjoys the fruits of his labor. Those soft silky looking fellows that never do a days work seem to have a charm by which they attract all the spoils in their own pockets. you will see them lounging lazily around dealing in claims taking in some poor green horn, and when they can make it profitable I think they have no scruple of cutting a throat. At noon Friday we started from Denver City the last thing that I seen of it was a darkey washing cloths he sung out as we passed him, "halloo boys bound for America give my respecs to Uncle Sam. in a few minutes we went down a bluff and lost sight of the City of Denver. We took the old road by the Platt River. we heard of some Indian massacres on the cut off and knew it was very dangerous to travel it. Our party consisted of three wagons and only five persons rather a small party for crossing those dreary plains. We felt dreadful lonesome. I could not help contrasting our present position coming back disapointed from the land of gold our teams almost starved and ourselves worn out by hardships and anxieties of mind. On our journey hither we were full of high hope. we considered our fortunes was ready for us as soon as we should reach the mountains we had plenty of merry company all as sanguine as ourselves and with high health and rugged strength we enjoyed ourselves hugely and had nothing to ask for we traveled about five miles that afternoon and camped at night with the tribe of Sioux Indians that left Denver a few days before. There was nothing to fear from them as they wished to retain the friendship of the whites as a protection from their deadly enemy the Utes. They came around our camp