These Shifting Scenes

ague and chiefly erroneous information about the world we were to conquer, and a nai've confidence that appears to me now not less than beautiful. For my own part I knew so little of New York that when we walked down to the Battery the first day I took Governor's Island to be Black- well's ; and desiring to go to Brooklyn Bridge took a streetcar that landed me at the West Twenty-third Street ferry. But most difficulties seem slight to youth. What was more important than our ignorance of the city was our unfamiliarity with the actual methods of New York newspapers. Both of us had held in the West positions of some distinction. I had been successively the managing editor of three daily newspapers that I deemed to be important; I knew well enough how these were made and every stage of the process, and I never imagined that the fame of the Detroit Tribune had not penetrated to Park Row, nor that the methods of Detroit could differ essentially from the methods of New York. Newspaper making is newspaper making; well, here am I, a skilled practitioner of the art; bring on your newspaper and I will show you how to make it. The first slight disarrangement of our pleasant dream came early in the engagement; the first day, if I remember. It was, in fact, a rather alarming discovery about our funds. With amazing rapidity these melted away, we could hardly tell how. A dollar in New York hardly seemed to last so long as a quarter lasted in Detroit. We arrived in the morni...