Northwest enterprise. [volume] (Anacortes, Wash. Ter.) 1882-1887, 1883-10-06
JUST AS ALL EDITORS WRITE.

A charming little story of the way
in which Bjornsterne Bjornscn, the
great Norwegian novelist, turns off
his literary work, is floating through
gTaph:
T Bjornsterne Biornson is an easy
and rapid but fitful writer. Some
times his pen will be seized by an in
spiration and reel off whole chapters
in few hours. The forenoon is his
work k-time, and he does not care if his
desk is surrounded by visitors talking
or by a dozen romping children at
play. Nothing short of ali earth
quake, he says, can disturb his flow of
thoughts"
We've always admired MIR. Bjorn-
son and have. passed many happy
hours reading his stories in the
original; but now our heart warns
towards him with warmth it never
knew before, for we discover that this
great man and we have tastes and
feelings in common, which it is the
lot of few persons to share. Bjorn-
sterne! you're just like us, my dear
fellow! We're just like you-only a
little more so. We, too, delight in
being surrounded by the laughing
prattle Of children as we toll. As
these desirable surroundings are not
easily to be had in the editorial sane
tum, we usually write our heavy
articles in our lowly cottage, with
the little romping darlings on our
knees. in our arms, in the midst of
our hair and whiskers, and riding to
Banbury Cross on our in-step. If
possible, we send out for few of the
neighbor's children. and as the racket
grows merrier and the little prattlers
grow more humorous the faster flies
our pen and the more irresistible be-
comes our logic. Perhaps our readers
have noticed that some OF our most
brilliant articles have appeared in the
green apple season. In the jubilee
of colo and stomach ache we are in
spired with our sublimest ideas, and
write with a rapidity and vigor that
drives all witnesses aghast.
Yes, we're happy to have score or
two of visitors talking and chattering
around our desk, as we write. They
give a light and airy glance to our
style, make us crisp and epigram-
matte, and our work seems but pas
time. But writer for a provincial
newspaper can't afford to hire twenty
to forty people to talk to him every
day in the week, and that's why the
public don't get more of that class OF
work from us. When we get hard
pushed for a stimulous of this sort,
we order in the foreman OF the com
posing room, the Office boy and the
pressman. whom we have trained to
repeat one of Joseph Cooks lectures
backward, in three different Ian
guages, at the rate of seventy five
words per minute together and at the
same time. We have found this ex-
pedient exceedingly useful and eco
nomical, as a last resort, Brother
Bjornson. No, not even an earth
quake can disturb the flow OF our
thought. On the contrary, the flow
of our thought has often disturbed
earthquakes. The flow OF our thought
reaches its food in the midst Of earth
quakes, volcanic eruptions, tornadoes,
thunder:storms, waterspouts, boiler
explosions, Fourth of July celebra-
tons, upheaving foundations and tot
tering walls. The earth may yawn
but the torrent of our thoughts rolls
on in all its dignity and grandeur.
The flow of our thoughts was never
disturbed but once; and that was
when the tidings reached us. at the
minute of going to press, on the day
after election, that the elevator had
busted and two forms pied" Have
you ever been there. Bjornsoni-
Lewiston (Me.) Weekly Journal.