rute I rode fell in a flooded river； and I did not drown； I was in peril on the sea； and came safe to shore。 It was decreed that I should live on。
On our arrival in New York on our way to Mexico； on January 10； 1891； I was seized upon by numbers of reporters。 Now the single reporter may be dealt with； preferably by making him talk about himself； which is a subject far more interesting to him than you are； or he may be persuaded to tell you about the last person or subject upon which he has had to report。 Thus； on a subsequent occasion； a reporter came on board the ship to see me before she reached her berth。 Early as it was in the morning； he had already been about his paper’s business； attending the electrocution of two men in a prison！ The sight had impressed even his hardy nerves sufficiently to make him talk a great deal about it； describing all its details。 Therefore I was called upon to furnish him with but little information about myself； though probably this was not a fact that weighed on him when it came to the writing of the interview。
Another man； who caught me in a railway train； grew so interested in talking of his own affairs that he never noticed that the train had started till it iles an hour。 Then with a yell he rushed down the carriage and leapt out into the night。 I have always wondered whether he was killed or only broke his leg。
There is nothing that an American reporter will not do to attain his ends。 For instance； I have known them to break into my room at midnight when I was in bed。
Once； when I was in America as a missioner； the reporter of a great paper did his best to make me express opinions on some important matter connected with the internal policy of the United States。 Naturally I declined； but this did not prev