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I take my pony to the livery stable. Order up some feed.

The Sun is setting, coming on Friday eve. Boys are coming in from the range. We are all plumb tuckered out. Most of us broke.

Amble along what they call the main street, toward the cafe doors... swinging doors. Slowly approach the Innkeeper. He is perhaps the only one whom might recognize my by face.

"Tain it!" I hale with gusto.

The Innkeeper, instantly gleeful, hasn't time to shake by hand. Floorboards are quaking under the stress of stampeding boots. Every hand within earshot bellies up.

I commence to scratching out what yarns they come upon. They're all boisterous... interrupting.. & carrying on... I did not get but a small fraction, barely the jest of it.

Before retiring, I go check on my pony. Chat a moment with those still coming in for the night.

Back to the inn... Nod to the Innkeeper & settle score. Sometimes I just sign the tab for his display. Head up the stairs to rough up some sense out of my notes. Climb back down the stairs to the Inn front desk. I drop off what will become news in the morning paper.

The boys are so busy retelling the yarns they just told me, nary a notice, I climb back up the stairs for the night.

Back in my room, before retiring, I ready my bags to get right out of town... just in case of a misprint.

Blow out the candle. Good night.
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THE MAKING OF A JOURNALIST

Henry H. Ashton, a Virginia City capitalist, has in his library richly bound in crushed Levant, those early volumes of the Virginia City Enterprise, to which Mark Twain contributed.

The faded pages contain innumerable specimens of the famous writer's quaint humor. Mr. Ashton often points out the first paragraph that Mark Twain wrote on his arrival in Virginia City. The paragraph runs:

"A thunderstorm made Beranger a poet, a mother's kiss made Benjamin West a painter and a salary of $15 a week makes us a journalist."
- Dallas Morning News, November 17, 1907, p. 4.

Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul