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CHAPTER XI [Dictated March 28th, 1906]1 About 1849 or 1850 Orion severed his connection with the printing-house in St. Louis and came up to Hannibal, and (1850) bought a weekly paper called the Hannibal "Journal," together with its plant and its good-will, for the sum of five hundred dollars cash.2 He borrowed the cash at ten per cent. interest, from an old farmer named Johnson who lived five miles out of town. Then he reduced the subscription price of the paper from two dollars to one dollar. He reduced the rates for advertising in about the same proportion, and thus he created one absolute and unassailable certainty- to wit: that the business would never pay him a single cent of profit. He took me out of the "Courier" office and engaged my services in his own at three dollars and a half a week, which was an extravagant wage, but Orion was always generous, always liberal with everybody except himself. It cost him nothing in my case, for he never was able to pay me a penny as long as I was with him. By the end of the first year he found he must make some economies. The office rent was cheap, but it was not cheap enough. He could not afford to pay rent of any kind, so he moved the whole plant into the house we lived in, and it cramped the dwelling-place cruelly. He kept that paper alive during four years, but I have at this time no idea how he accomplished it. Toward the end of each year he had to turn out and scrape and scratch for the fifty dollars of interest due Mr. Johnson, and that fifty dollars was about the only cash he ever received or paid out, I suppose, while he was proprietor of that newspaper , except for ink and printing-paper. The paper was a dead failure. It had to be that from the start. Finally he handed it over to Mr. Johnson, North American Review, vol. 184, no. 608 (February 1, 1907): 225-32. 96 Chapter XI 97 and went up to Muscatine, Iowa, and acquired a small interest in a weekly newspaper there.3 It was not a sort of property to marry on- but no matter . He came across a winning and pretty girl who lived in Quincy, Illinois, a few miles below Keokuk, and they became engaged. He was always falling in love with girls, but by some accident or other he had never gone so far as engagement before. And now he achieved nothing but misfortune by it, because he straightway fell in love with a Keokuk girl. He married the Keokuk girl and they began a struggle for life which turned out to be a difficult enterprise, and very unpromising.4 To gain a living in Muscatine was plainly impossible, so Orion and his new wife went to Keokuk to live, for she wanted to be near her relatives.5 He bought a little bit of a job-printing plant-on credit, of course-and at once put prices down to where not even the apprentices could get a living out of it, and this sort of thing went on. I had not joined the Muscatine migration. Just before that happened (1853) (which I think was in 1853) I disappeared one night and fled to St. Louis. There I worked in the composing-room of the "Evening News" for a time, and then started on my travels to see the world. The world was New York City, and there was a little World's Fair there.6 It had just been opened where the great reservoir afterward was, and where the sumptuous public library is now being built- Fifth Avenue and Forty-second Street. I arrived in New York with two or three dollars in pocket change and a tendollar bank-bill concealed in the lining of my coat. I got work at villainous wages in the establishment of John A. Gray and Green in Cliff Street, and I found board in a sufficiently villainous mechanics' boarding-house in Duane Street. The firm paid my wages in wildcat money at its face value, and my week's wage merely sufficed to pay board and lodging.7 By and by I went to Philadelphia and worked there some months as a "sub" on the "Inquirer" and the "Public Ledger."8 Finally I made a flying trip to Washington to see...

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