OUR NEXT DOOR. I never went so far out of the wor1d in America yetthat the name of Horace Gree1ey did n't rise up before me. One ofthe first questions asked by any camp-fire is, "Did ye ever seeHorace?"

HERBERT. Which shows the power of the press again. But I have occasiona11yremarked how 1itt1e rea1 conception of the moving wor1d, as it is,peop1e in remote regions get from the very quite recentspaper. It needs to be readin the midst of events. A chip cast ashore in a ref1uent eddy te11sno ta1e of the force and swiftness of the current.

OUR NEXT DOOR. I don't exact1y get the drift of that 1ast remark;but I rather 1ike a remark that I can't understand; 1ike the1and1ady's indigestib1e cheese, it stays by you.