I left Athens on the 29th of April with John Bass, a Harvard graduate, and a most charming and attractive youth who is, or was, in charge of the Journal men; Stephen Crane being among the number.

He seems a genius with no responsibilities of any sort to anyone, and I and Bass left him at Velestinos after traveling with him for four days.

Crane went to Volo, as did every other correspondent, leaving Bass and myself in Velestinos.

As the villagers had run away, we burglarized the house of the mayor and made it our habitation while the courier hunted for food.

It was like "The Swiss Family Robinson," and we rejoiced over the discovery of soap and tablecloths and stray knives and forks, just as though we had been cast on a desert island.
Bass did the cooking and I laid the table and washed up and made the beds, which were full of fleas.