Mother's blood would rise if she could hear the stories they tell, and they are so dignified and polite.

They have an Indian troop here, like the one described in The Weekly, which you should read and the Captain told them I was a great Chief from the East, whereat all the soldiers who were of noble lineage claimed their privilege of shaking hands with me, which had a demoralizing effect upon the formation and the white privates were either convulsed with mirth or red with indignation.

But you cannot treat them like white men who do not know their ancestors-- Dad's letter was the best I have ever got from him and he had always better write when he is tired.

I will always keep it.
DICK.
DENVER--March 7, 1892.
DEAR FAMILY: I arrived in Denver Friday night and realized that I was in a city again where the more you order people about the more they do for you, being civilized and so understanding that you mean to tip them.

I found my first letter on the newsstand and was very much pleased with it, and with the way they put it out.