A gleam came into the old fighter's eyes and he answered: "No, I am dying, and you know it.

I don't mind dying; but I do wish it were possible for me to get off into the great north woods and crawl out on a rock in the sun and die like a wolf!" I never saw him again.

When he died I sent a telegram of sympathy to his wife.

A paper which constantly preached reform, and which kept up its circulation by the no less constant practice of slander, a paper which in theory condemned all public men who violated the eighth commandment, and in practice subsisted by incessant violation of the ninth, assailed me for sending my message to the dead man's wife.

I knew the editors of this paper, and the editor who was their predecessor.