Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1858-09-23

eu oWuuH up Uy HIFo aOOSe tue ulngy
engine, bearing each "brief candle" !"
were the Castor and Psllux Of the place.
Ia ths corner, ih the dark, stood solitary
keg Of ink; not . great way of, four
reams Of very grayish blue paper. but
then the proprietor was passing rich" at
less than forty pounds year. It is pub
lication day, and editor, pale apprentice
and dingy devil are in an active state Of
unrest The editor writes, and says "we,"
and "our readers"-he has two hundred
and 6fty-and then the printer sets type,
and then the publisber looks over the
"form," and then The pressman places il
on the press, and then "comes the tug Of
war;" 1t is the pull and repeat, pull again
and again repeat, and the ''inside" comes
of, sheet after sheet. with the gravity Of
90 many elephants; the candles get brief.
er and DINNER, but the two hundred and
fiftieth is of at last. and they all, editor,
publisher, printer and pressman, get into
the came coat and beneath the same hat,
and leave the devil to fold up the papers
and sweep out the Office.
Where then were your compound levers,
your glittering cylinders. your faithful roll
err, your painting furnaces, your press.
instinct with life and energy, that Jared
on like chariot, over whole highways Of
white paper in an hour? Where are the
busy "jours" and the editorial corps p
Where the steamers and the railway trains
and the telegraphs, painting and shrek
ing and flashing, to transmit that papers
contents to the worlds dim, cloudy ends
The morning comes, and the inky imp
Of yesterday, INDUCES in a clean face
his unkempt locks are out of snarl he is
transformed into q Mercury. Forth he
goes, packages Of papers beneath each
arm. on his capacity Of carrier boy. lie
is none Of our brisk, pert fellows, Of now.
day order. but very meek is he indeed
aud as the squire speaks out to him strong
and hearty, good morning, my boy" he
holds dawn his head and deposits the an
swer in his bosom. as il it were very del.
icste thing, and not very able to fly. Like
death, he visits every house, and his bur
den grows lighter as be proceeds. He does
not chuck the papers, as they do now, over
the gate aud under the fence, but decently
and demurely places it folded end damp
in the hand Of somebody commissioned to
receive it, but he doesn't "ring," for there
is nothing to ring in all the town, except
the church bell, that the doctor brough,
home in his "cutter' one day from Utica
or somewhere thereaway.
His rounds are soon made meanwhile
a sorry sort of horse---an editors horse,
you knows blowing a solitary ont ABOUT
very large manger. the last survivor OF
very large family. Pretty soon Rosi-
nante 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 ple,horic with
dough nuts-what has become Of that old
fashioned twisted luxury land a tin horn
tethered to button hole by bit Of green
string. I, is with a sort Of sh"erish i'm.
por'ance that he mounts by the aid Of the
proprietor, and wends his way, as they
we're very fond Of saying, 4out in the coun
try" as if the old village was not los, in
the very bosom Of it.
And so he went bis horn resounding
through the solitudes, and he as happy as
knight fresh from tournament.
And that was the IN. E. W. g." the
Nems 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 great
wing over the most Of them-the fairest,
and loveliet, and best. Cdyuga Chief
Auburn, N. ].