curiosity that I should bestow on a Pappan cannibal chewing the scalp
off his mother's skull. Does that convey any idea to your mind? It makes
me regard the whole pack of you as heathens--real heathens--not the sort
you send missions to--creatures of another flesh and blood. You ought to
have been shot, not dead, but through the stomach, for your share in the
scandalous business, and the thing you call your newspaper ought to have
been sacked by the mob, and the managing proprietor hanged.
HE--From which, I suppose you have nothing of that kind in your country?
Oh! “Pioneer,” venerable “Pioneer,” and you not less honest press of
India, who are occasionally dull but never blackguardly, what could I
say? A mere “No,” shouted never so loudly, would not have met the needs
of the case. I said no word.
The reporter went away, and I took a train for Niagara Falls, which are
twenty-two miles distant from this bad town, where girls get drunk of
nights and reporters trample on corpses in the drawing-rooms of the
brave and the free!