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Show 40 TALES OF THE COLORADO PIONEERS. A FOOT RACE. "That brings to my mind a foot race," said Mr. Richardson, "that came off between Kendrick and Adams in the early days of Denver, though I don't know that it will bear comparison, for it's all truth and no poetry; but at any rate you shall have it. I was ranching at that time on Bear creek, and had a neighbor who claimed to be an M. D. He was the dude of those days and took to himself the airs and privileges of the species. His favorite apparel was a black cloth suit, white vest, in the buttonhole of which was looped a massive gold chain; his shirt front was always immaculate, and his cravat as white as a clergyman's. His boots reflected like a mirror, and he wore his plug hat tipped to one side like the' leaning tower of Pisa. " One of his peculiarities was the Partingtonian use of big words. He was standing one day quietly contemplating his cabin, and said it looked well enough on the exterior but he was not at all pleased with the intestinal arrangements. " The Doctor became deeply interested in the aforesaid foot race. He claimed that Adams was his intimate friend; he had known him before coming West, and whispered to me as a profound secret that they were going to throw the race in Adams' favor-'it was a dead open and shut, Adams himself was the informer.' "The Doctor immediately set about betting his effects -even his watch and chain, finger rings and stove-pipe hat, and seemed to look forward with contented ecstacy to an opulent pile ready for use. "When the competitors went upon the ground, the gamblers had gotten wind that Kendricks intended to |