THE GREAT FOUR MILE DAY. oOl 



" Boots " but the sun. Jesse made it his ambition to 

 finisli the race by the light of liis rays, and he was as 

 proud as a sceptred monarch, when looking over the 

 heads of the throng that gathered around the victorious 

 " Boots " upon the conclusion of the heat, he saw the 

 glorious orb yet above the horizon, and looking gladly 

 upon him as though he would bless him before he went 

 to bed. 



" Boots '' was near sharing the fate of the Grecian, 

 who was smothered to death in the theatre, by wreaths 

 and shawls showered down upon him in glorification. He 

 could scarcely breathe, for the multitudes that pressed 

 upon him in one way or another, to do him honor. And 

 Jesse, too, got a large share of plaudits and dimes con- 

 formably ; and even I came in for gleanings of regard, 

 as I rode home upon the pony after the jubilation. 



There were no cattle-painters there, nor lithograph- 

 ers, nor daguerreotypists; else " .fioo^s " and his rider 

 would have been transmitted to posterity in their linea- 

 ments of that day. It has fallen upon feeble hands to 

 preserve some faint remembrance of them in this ac- 

 count, which is as inferior to the merits of the theme, as 

 the snuffed candle is to the brilliant orb of day. 



