That put my mind at rest.

Then there was news of deaths and marriages and engagements and the same people doing the same things they did when I went away.

I did not intend to present any letters as I was going away that night to Creede, but I found I could not get any money unless some one identified me so I presented one to a Mr.Jerome who all the bankers said they would be only too happy to oblige.

After one has been variously taken for a drummer, photographer and has been offered so much a line to "write up" booming towns, it is a relief to get back to a place where people know you .-- I told Mr.Jerome I had a letter of introduction and that I was Mr.Davis and he shook hands and then looked at the letter and said "Good Heavens are you that Mr.
Davis" and then rushed off and brought back the entire establishment brokers, bankers and mine owners and they all sat around and told me funny stories and planned more things for me to do and eat than I could dispose of in a month.
I am now en route to Creede.

Creede when you first see it in print looks like creede but after you have been in Denver or Colorado even for one day it reads like C R E E D E.