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Wolfville Nights

Wolfville Nights

Lewis, Alfred Henry

Paperback

WesternsClassic Fiction

ISBN10: 1985035014
ISBN13: 9781985035010
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Sep 17 2018
Pages: 208
Weight: 0.63
Height: 0.44 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at Washington when in the gallery we worked shoulder to shoulder; I might recall to you the wit of Hannum, or remind you of the darkling Barrett, the mighty Decker, the excellent Cohen, the vivid Brown, the imaginative Miller, the volatile Angus, the epigrammatic Merrick, the quietly satirical Splain, Rouzer the earnest, Boynton the energetic, Carson the eminent, and Dunnell, famous for a bitter, frank integrity. I might remember that day when the gifted Fanciulli, with no more delicate inspiration than crackers, onions, and cheese, and no more splendid conservatory than Shoemaker's, wrote, played and consecrated to you his famous Lone Star March wherewith he so disquieted the public present of the next concert in the White House grounds. Or I might hark back to the campaign of '92, when together we struggled against national politics as evinced in the city of New York; I might repaint that election night when, with one hundred thousand whirling dervishes of democracy in Madison Square, dancing dances, and singing songs of victory, we undertook through the hubbub to send from the Twenty-third street telegraph office half-hourly bulletins to our papers in the West; how you, accompanied of the dignified Richard Bright, went often to the Fifth Avenue Hotel; and how at last you dictated your bulletins-a sort of triumphant blank verse, they were-as Homeric of spirit as lofty of phrase-to me, who caught them as they came from your lips, losing none of their fire, and so flashed them all burning into Texas, far away.

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