It is a place that needs a man who will run to
get his copy in and tell the truth and stick to it. You will find
plenty of fighting there. But don't go knocking people down--unless
you have to."
And with this kind of an introduction I was sent off to Mulberry
Street, where I was to find my life-work. It is twenty-three years
since the day I took my first walk up there and looked over the ground
that has since become so familiar to me. I knew it by reputation
as the hardest place on the paper, and it was in no spirit of
exultation that I looked out upon the stirring life of the block.
If the truth be told, I think I was, if anything, a bit afraid.
The story of the big fight the _Tribune_ reporter was having on
his hands up there with all the other papers had long been echoing
through newspaperdom, and I was not deceived. But, after all, I
had been doing little else myself, and, having given no offence,
my cause would be just. In which case, what had I to fear? So in
my soul I commended my work and myself to the God of battles who
gives victory, and took hold.
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