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down. It was not one of those ordinary colds such as a fashionable people have but battery-in-action cold. My nose went off like a gattler every five minutes. The interval was employed in holding onto my proboscis with a handkerchief in an endeavor to stave off the next one. If you have ever had hay fever you know what I mean. I catch a good sized attack of this kind whenever I take a long trip on the train or when I have to breath fine dust of any kind. I think it is the result of the three weeks spent in that mummy room in Pueblo Lonito in 1896. Doctors have assured me that the dust probably injured the tissues and thereby made them doubly surceptible to the action of dust of any kind. Regardless of causes I will say that the trip from Chicago to Albuquerque was a perfect inferno. I could not look a respectable person in the face for fear that I had not made an accurate estimate of the time of the next performance and might ciuse them to tell me that I needed a plumber. I have had but few hours of rest and am even now anything but myself. The cold is better but it seems that one of the side issues was a gathering in the head. this is breaking up now and, as I will soon be away from the smoke of the railroad, I ought to be in good shape in a very short time.

When I reached Kansas City I hunted up Mr Long, the man who owns the fine pieces of pottery and had a chance to see his collection. It is simply wonderful in its variety of forms and unique specimens. I had but an hour to examine the material but wished that I had had several of them. He has between six and seven hundred pieces of pottery and practically ever every piece is perfect. There are about forty of the Cliff mugs that you