It may have been only a theory of his; it may have been a joke. He had
a great many theories and a great many jokes, and together these always
kept life interesting and sunshiny to him. With his serene temperament
and his happy doubt of disaster in any form, he was singularly well
fitted to encounter the hardships of a country editor’s lot. But for
the moment, and for what now seems a long time after the removal
of our paper to the county-seat, these seem to have vanished. The
printing-office was the centre of civic and social interest; it was
frequented by visitors at all times, and on publication day it was
a scene of gayety that looks a little incredible in the retrospect.
The place was as bare and rude as a printing-office seems always to
be: the walls were splotched with ink and the floor littered with
refuse newspapers; but lured by the novelty of the affair, and perhaps
attracted by a natural curiosity to see what manner of strange men the
printers were, the school-girls and young ladies of the village flocked
in, and made it like a scene of comic opera, with their pretty dresses
and faces, their eager chatter, and lively energy in folding the papers
and addressing them to the subscribers, while our fellow-citizens of
the place, like the bassos and barytones and tenors of the chorus,
stood about and looked on with faintly sarcastic faces. It would not do
to think now of what sorrow life and death have since wrought for all
those happy young creatures, but I may recall without too much pathos
the sensation when some citizen volunteer relaxed from his gravity
far enough to relieve the regular mercenary at the crank of our huge
power-press wheel, amid the applause of the whole company.
We were very vain of that press, which replaced the hand press hitherto
employed in printing the paper. This was of the style and make of the
hand-press which superseded the Ramage press of Franklin’s time; but
it had been decided to signalize our new departure by the purchase of
a power-press of modern contrivance, and of a speed fitted to meet the
demands of a subscription list which might be indefinitely extended.
A deputation of the leading politicians accompanied the editor to
New York, where he went to choose the machine, and where he bought a
second-hand Adams press of the earliest pattern and patent. I do not
know, or at this date I would not undertake to say, just what principle
governed his selection of this superannuated veteran; it seems not
to have been very cheap; but possibly he had a prescience of the
disabilities which were to task his ingenuity to the very last days of
that press. Certainly no man of less gift and skill could have coped
with its infirmities, and I am sure that he thoroughly enjoyed nursing
it into such activity as carried it hysterically through those far-off
publication days. It had obscure functional disorders of various kinds,
so that it would from time to time cease to act, and would have to be
doctored by the hour before it would go on. There was probably some
organic trouble, too, for though it did not really fall to pieces
on our hands, it showed itself incapable of profiting by several
improvements which he invented, and could, no doubt, have successfully
applied to the press if its constitution had not been undermined. It
went with a crank set in a prodigious fly-wheel which revolved at
a great rate, till it came to the moment of making the impression,
when the whole mechanism was seized with such a reluctance as nothing
but an heroic effort at the crank could overcome. It finally made so
great a draught upon our forces that it was decided to substitute
steam for muscle in its operation, and we got a small engine, which
could fully sympathize with the press in having seen better days. I do
not know that there was anything the matter with the engine itself,
but the boiler had some peculiarities which might well mystify the
casual spectator. He could easily have satisfied himself that there
was no danger of its blowing up, when he saw my brother feeding bran
or corn-meal into its safety-valve, in order to fill up certain seams
or fissures in it, which caused it to give out at the moments of the
greatest reluctance in the press. But still, he must have had his
misgivings of latent danger of some other kind, though nothing ever
actually happened of a hurtful character. To this day, I do not know
just where those seams or fissures were, but I think they were in the
boiler-head, and that it was therefore suffering from a kind of chronic
fracture of the skull. What is certain is that, somehow, the engine
and the press did always get us through publication day, and not only
with safety but often with credit; so that not long ago, when I was at
home, and my brother and I were looking over an old file of his paper,
we found it much better printed than either of us expected; as well
printed, in fact, as if it had been done on an old hand-press, instead
of the steam power-press which it vaunted the use of. The wonder was
that, under all the disadvantages, the paper was ever printed on our
steam power-press at all; it was little short of miraculous that it was
legibly printed, and altogether unaccountable that such impressions
as we found in that file could come from it. Of course, they were not
average impressions; they were the very best out of the whole edition,
and were as creditable as the editorial make-up of the sheet.