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that is healthful. If all were content to go 

 only so fast and far as others, we should 

 still be mollusks. Victories are not final, 

 for we are in change. 



Weston's influence was a good one in 

 the main, though it would have been better 

 if he had walked for some other purpose 

 than to win a wager. Some people who 

 had neglected their feet created bunions 

 on them in straining for records, and rode 

 more persistently than ever, after the fever 

 had run its course. I prided myself on 

 the ability to make six miles an hour, 

 "square heel and toe," and often beat the 

 horse cars. But all this was matter of 

 means, not the end. Pedestrianism lost 

 favor when it became a sport, and fagged 

 contestants ambled around a ring in a 

 great shed filled with the cheers and jeers 

 and smoke of betting men. 



Cigar smoke. That has a pedestrian 

 association for me, because, lest certain 

 deacons should discover and report the 

 offence to my family, I learned to smoke 

 at night in graveyards. My favorite ccme^ 

 tery was at the town's edge, where the 



