Mr Weston is an extraordinary man. He has accomplished the most wonderful feats of endurance, always without having gone through a regular system of training. He walked, a few days ago from Portland to Chicago, a distance of about 1,200 miles in thirty consecutive days, resting four Sundays, and this in the early winter, through mud, rain, and snow; and he is apparently as well after such efforts as before. Mr Weston has an ill-judged contempt for training. He takes no regular exercise, and does not restrict his diet before his greatest efforts. About a week after a hundred mile walk, he walked fifty miles in less than 10 hours. The night before the attempt, at 2 A.M., he was eating pork and beans preparatory to going to bed.