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DENVER, March 15, 1892.
MY DEAR MR. WARMAN: -- I notice by the papers that you are getting ready to start a daily in Creede. Your courage is worthy of all astonishment. Don't you know the gamblers there will shoot you full of holes, and perhaps spoil the only suit you've got fit to be buried in, before your paper reaches the tenth number? Whatever you do, wear your old clothes and keep your Sunday suit nice for emergencies. The boys will all chip in and give you a big funeral, but we haven't any of us got a spare coat fit to bury you in; so take care of your Prince Albert and wear your corduroys till the question is settled one way or the other, for if anything should happen, it would mortify the boys to have to bury in his shirt-sleeves the only poet Colorado has produced.