From _Medora Nights_

Roosevelt accepted the Republican nomination for Mayor of New York
City, "with the most genuine reluctance," as he wrote Lodge. He
recognized that it was "a perfectly hopeless contest; the chance for
success being so very small that it may be left out of account." It
was a three-cornered fight, with Henry George as the nominee of a
United Labor Party on a single-tax platform, and Abram S. Hewitt as
the candidate of Tammany Hall.

The nomination gave Dakota an occasion to express its mind concerning
its adopted son, and it did so, with gusto.

Theodore is a Dakota cowboy [said the _Press_ of Sioux
Falls], and has spent a large share of his time in the
Territory for a couple of years. He is one of the finest
thoroughbreds you ever met--a whole-souled, clearheaded,
high-minded gentleman. When he first went on the range, the
cowboys took him for a dude, but soon they realized the
stuff of which the youngster was built, and there is no man
now who inspires such enthusiastic regard among them as he.

Roosevelt conducted a lively campaign, for it was not in him to make
anything but the best fight of which he was capable even with the odds
against him. The thoughtful element of the city, on whose support
against the radicalism of Henry George on the one hand and the
corruption of Tammany on the other, he should have been able to count,
became panic-stricken at the possibility of a labor victory, and gave
their votes to Hewitt. He was emphatically defeated; in fact he ran
third. "But anyway," he remarked cheerfully, "I had a bully time."

He went abroad immediately after election, and in December, at St.
George's, Hanover Square, London, he married Edith Kermit Carow.

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Once more, winter descended upon the Bad Lands.

Medora [remarked the Bismarck _Tribune_ in November] has
pretty nearly gone into winter quarters. To be sure, the
slaughter-house establishment of Marquis de Mores will not
formally shut down until the end of the month, but there are
many days on which there is no killing done and the workmen
have to lay off. The past season has not been of the
busiest, and the near approach of winter finds this about
the quietest place in western Dakota. The hotel is closed.
There is only one general store and its proprietor declared
that the middle of De