“Go west, young man.” — Horace Greeley
When Peg-Leg Barlow and his mule came down from his prospects up under Colorado’s Great Divide, he wasn’t old Peg-Leg anymore. “I’ve been beautified!” he cried while pushing through the swinging saloon doors like they was braided feathers. “Mine eyes have beheld the glory! Everybody drinks on me!”
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