White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1858-09-09

saws u shoii ahbtSico W1aI gay coach
es, riding on the top of cloud, the four.
finland all running away, and the ssnine
inside all merry as Punch.
But not picture Of railroad, or q
reaper, or q steamer. A strange old Office
in those old days. as as
But there in further corner stands a
square frame of heavy timber, like huge
loom. 1t Is loom, such as they 7wove
thought onI it is the old tRGmGge Press. .
Its huge Lever, It's lazy plsten, its ponder
ous tympan. its great ink balls, its ereak-
ing, groaning meehanism-there it stands
in all its rudeness, the greatest triumph
of this or any other age. A pair of tin
sockets swung up by a wire above the
dingy engine, bearing each ''brief can
de-" were the Castor and PoIlux of the
place. In the corner, in the dark, stood
solitary key of ink not a great way
of, four reams of very grayish blue
paper, but then the proprietor was "pass-
ing rich" at less than forty pounds year.
1t is publication day, and editor, pale
apprentice, and dingy devil are in an &C
tive state of unrest. The editor writes,
and says "we," and ." our readers ',--he
has two hundred and fifty-and then the
printer sets type, and then the publisher
looks over the "form," and then the
pressman places it on the press, and then
''comes the tug of war" 1t is the pull
and repeat, pull again and again repeat,
and the "iAside" comes of, sheet after
sheet, with the gravity of SO many eleph-
ants; the candles get briefer and DINNER,
but the two hundred and fftieth is off at
last, aHdthey all, editor, publisher, printer
and pressman get into the same coat and
beneath the same hat, and leave the devil
to fold up the papers and sweep out the
effice. t aE
Where then were your compcud levers,
your glittering cylinders, your faithful
rollers, your painting furnaces, your press,
instinct with life and energy, that Jared
on like a chariot over whole highways of
white paper in an hour? Where are the
busy "jeurs," and the editorial corps
Where the steamers and the railway
trains and the telegraphs, painting, and
shrieking and flashing, to transmit that
papers contents to the worlds din, cloudy
ends? a.
The morning comes, and the inky imp
of yesterday, indulges in a clean face /;
his unkempt locks are out Of snarl he
is transformed into Mercury. Forth he
goes, packages of papers beneath each
arm, on his capacity of carrier boy. He
is none of your brisk, pert fellows, of the
now-a-day order,t but very meek is he in
deed; and when the squire speaks ont to
him strong and hearty, "good m9Tning,
my boy" he holds down his head and
deposits the answer in his bosom, as if it
were a very delicate thing, and not yet
able to fly. Like death, he visits every
house, and his burden grows lighter as he
proceeds. He does not chuck the papers,
as they do now, over the gate and under
the fence, but decently and demurely
places it folded and damp in the hand of
somebody commissioned to receive 1t.
but he doesn't ring" for there is nothing
to ring in al the town, exceptthe church
bell, that the Doctor brought home in
his "cutter'' one day from Utica or some
where thereaway. oeere
His rounds are soon made: meanwhile
a sorry sort Of horse-an editors horse.
you knows blowing q solitary CAT
about a very large m ranger, the last survi-
vor Of a very large family. Pretty soon
Rosinante is led forth. and pair of saddle
bags, distended to the suffocating point,
is brought out, followed BY the Mercury
and no devil, with his pockets plethcric
with dough nuts-whst has become of
that old fashioned twisted Injury ? and
tin horn tethered to button hole by bit
of green string. It is with a sort of
sheepish importance that he mounts by
the aid of the proprietor. and wends his
way. as they were very fond of saying,
"out in. the country" as If the old village
was not lost in the very bosom oft.
And so he went, his horn resounding
through the solitudes. and he as happy as
knight fresh from tournament. And
that was the " N. E. w. ST." the Aetos
of those old days But what there was
in the Gazette, and who they, were that
read it, must be passed over in the silence
like that, that, now, alas ! hangs like a
great wing over the most of them-the
fairest, and loveliest. and best.-Cdygga
CAisf, AEbErz, ". ?.