The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1929-12-06


cepting a childs story book was
the book from which quota
lions will be made farther
along in this article: Henry M. Stan
Iey's story of his finding of David
Livingstone. AS a small boy, spelling
out the hard words and the long ones,
skipping the more difficult passages.
glorying In the adventure and the
danger of 1t, soaking up the descrip-
lions of far lands and woolly wild
tribes, | lived with that heavy green
bound volume for months.
It planted in me the desire to jour
ney to distant lands. A hundred
times, yes a thousand times, l prom
ised myself that when grew up l,
too, would lead an expedition TO
Africa and explore the jungles and
discover great rivers and shoot eie-
plants, and lions and hippos. Well,
the jungles, most of them, have been
explored and the rivers have all been
charted and mapped and somebody
else shoots the elephants, and the
Dark continent is dark only in spots
since the white man has poked his
inquisitive nose into nearly every part
of the interior where white man can
live-and l haven't been TO Africa yet.
Ny dream remains one OF those
childhood dreams which maturity fails
to realize. Probably | never shall go
there. But through the years the
vision that the youngster had has
abided with me.
Stanley was above all things great
reporter. He should have been, see
ing that before he wrote this book he
already had distinguished himself as
a war correspondent in day when
war correspondent knew no censorship
and might go where he was pleased
to go and write pretty much what he
chose to write. But it was in his
chronicle of his search for the sanity
Scot that he proved up his title as one
of the greatest reporters of his gen.
GRAFTON, or, for that matter. any gen.
Grafton.
A Tough Argument.
I like the way-what newspaper
man wouldn't?-af which Stanley
begins:
"On the sixteenth day of October,
in the year of our Lord one thousand
eight hundred and sixty-nine. am In
Madrid, fresh from the carnage Of
Valencia. At 10 a. m. Jacopo. at
No. = Gale de la Cruz, hands me a
telegram: on opening ii find it reads.
Come te Paris on important bust
ness The telegram is from James
Gordon Bennett, Jr., the young man
ager of the New York Herald"
1t would be like Bennett, In his
prime Of youth, to send such a SUM
mons. It would be Ike Stanley, he
being Stanley, to do what he did do.
"Down come my pictures from the
walls of my apartments on the second
floor; into my trunks go my books and
souvenirs, my clothes are hastily col
lected, some half-washed, some from
the clothesline half-dry, and after a
couple of hours of hasty hard work
NY pOIln uulCduS diS StAdppCu W oAO
labeled for Paris.
"At 8 p. m. I was on my way. and
being obliged to stop at Bayonne a
few hours, did not arrive at Paris
until the following night went
straight to the Grand hotel and
knocked at the door of Mr.. Benefits
room.
<"'Come in heard voice say.
Entering, l found Mr.. Bennett In
bed.
"sWho are you? he asked.
any name is Stanley | answered.
".Ah, yes! sit down; have Inn
portant business on hand for you
"After throwing over his shoulders
his robe-de-chambre, Mr. Bennett:
asked: where do you think Living
stone isY
at really do not know, STRIP
DO you think he is aliveY
"sHe may be. and be may not be ?
answered
"'Well. think he is alive and that
he can be found, and ! am going to
send on to find him
"Whatr said |, do you really think
can find Doctor Livingstone? Do
you mean me to go to Central African
Yes; l mean that you shall go and
find him wherever you may hear that