The Arkansaw traveler., 1882-12-10
RErRospEcrroN AND BUSINESS

Forrest Gity. Arkansaw. To avoid the repetition of the editorial we. and the era- baTassmen, arising from such journal istic and frequently ungrammatical con- tinsency. this article, part reminiscence, part conjecture and part actual fact. shall be spread before the public in the first person Not for the purpose of drawing around the writer the inseled cloak of ego;istical glory. but to save work III dodging the toe conventional we"
 In company with Mir. H. C. Warner. a gentleman well known 10 the adversities of newspaper fame and the subsequent .so long and walk out of town. SC cured passage on a Memphis and Little Rock train. bound for Forrest City. Af- ter the train crawled over the bridge and sped along the smooth road. every step of the present way brought up reooilec- tions of the steps over the way in the pas. when the two passengers mentioned threw up gigantic enterprise frsm the turned stomach of failure and walked from Carlisle Here an old los where VIC stopped ;o. rest wonder a little mound which with weary step we ascended te wait in dry spo, until long freighi train passed. When we reached Carlisle kind Of luminous shadow passed over Warncr's face. knew tha, he was try ing to smile, and he nigh, have SUI. ceeded, but catching sight of the build ing in which the Pyafy.r Fzovey VA printed. or rather mashed on collection of rusty iron known as press. he sant back and husged the cushions of the Sea; as though he expected sheriff to dis. possess him of his resting place. The old building. s tall frame affair. resemb- ling sraln elevator. had changed muea since lasq had seen it. Some en,erpri,- ing man had nailed board over an ex- tended opening from whose chilling grin we used 10 shrink when the wind swept over the prairie. could not aceoun, far the improvement could not see why such attention should be visited on the old house almost sacred in memory of diversity. and l begged information oi :. man who boarded the train.
 .'Tha, house, he replied. ..let me see. Want to know why ii was improved. eil We'll. don't know myself, bu, folks sa,s that it's because the landlord died
 
 A bow-legsed man came ou, to the tram and stood looking around S;r.s siing with the past for moment, rc-= membered tha, he came into the otnoe as assis,an, editor. He agreed to chop wood and make fires for the justice of the peace whose ofiiee was below. and whose stovepipe luckily passed through the ed itorial roVn. work the press. .and tote the pan. Perhaps ''toting the pan" may need explanation. for il is not ex- pected that the average reader should understand technical phrases. We could net afford a- s;e.c- s-,he-composins room, and when the weather was cold, we would put the type in large baking pan. secured in trade with section hand, take the pan down into the magis- trate's court and set il on the stove. When the thing so, warm. i, would De hurriedly taken above and composition would begin. Two average size prin,eJs could set type ou, of the pan. The man who first called out ''I'an cold had ,o take the economical arrangement, down stairs and warm it. Well, this bow-leg- ged man agreed to tote the pan" We employed him. bu, subsequent disaster caused his dismissal He was returning to the composing room with the pan, when little prairie calf. henmed in be- tween the back end of the office and the fence. ran between his legs. This might not have proved disastrous as hogs were in tke habit of passing him in this way, had no, the fool calf. rejoicing in the idea of such spacious exit, kicked up before he had entirely passed under the paren- ,he,ioal arch. This ungentiemanly move ment on the part of the steer. threw the bow-legged man over and pied" the office. 4 fire was kindled on the scene of the acoiden, and the composi,ors be- gan work, and might have been success ful in getting out another issde of the pa per but for fall of snow The bow legged man was discharged without warning. Soon afterwards he sued us for damages and a verdict in the shape of 6fty-cent judgment was rendered When he saw me, the other evening. his eyes shone with the light of recognition. and just as he howled .Gim'me my 6f,y censs,' the train moved away, shutting out from fond view the old office and the hay-shed where the uphols.erer. with a pitch fork. made our bed
 FORREST CITY.