قراءة كتاب Adventures and Letters of Richard Harding Davis
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Adventures and Letters of Richard Harding Davis
ADVENTURES AND LETTERS
OF
RICHARD HARDING DAVIS
EDITED BY
CHARLES BELMONT DAVIS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | |
I. | THE EARLY DAYS |
II. | COLLEGE DAYS |
III. | FIRST NEWSPAPER EXPERIENCES |
IV. | NEW YORK |
V. | FIRST TRAVEL ARTICLES |
VI. | THE MEDITERRANEAN AND PARIS |
VII. | FIRST PLAYS |
VIII. | CENTRAL AND SOUTH AMERICA |
IX. | MOSCOW, BUDAPEST, LONDON |
X. | CAMPAIGNING IN CUBA, AND GREECE |
XI. | THE SPANISH-AMERICAN WAR |
XII. | THE BOER WAR |
XIII. | THE SPANISH AND ENGLISH CORONATIONS |
XIV. | THE JAPANESE-RUSSIAN WAR |
XV. | MOUNT KISCO |
XVI. | THE CONGO |
XVII. | A LONDON WINTER |
XVIII. | MILITARY MANOEUVRES |
XIX. | VERA CRUZ AND THE GREAT WAR |
XX. | THE LAST DAYS |
CHAPTER I
THE EARLY DAYS
Richard Harding Davis was born in Philadelphia on April 18, 1864, but, so far as memory serves me, his life and mine began together several years later in the three-story brick house on South Twenty-first Street, to which we had just moved. For more than forty years this was our home in all that the word implies, and I do not believe that there was ever a moment when it was not the predominating influence in Richard's life and in his work. As I learned in later years, the house had come into the possession of my father and mother after a period on their part of hard endeavor and unusual sacrifice. It was their ambition to add to this home not only the comforts and the beautiful inanimate things of life, but to create an atmosphere which would prove a constant help to those who lived under its roof—an inspiration to their children that should endure so long as they lived. At the time of my brother's death the fact was frequently commented upon that, unlike most literary folk, he had never known what it was to be poor and to suffer the pangs of hunger and failure. That he never suffered from the lack of a home was certainly as true as that in his work he knew but little of failure, for the first stories he wrote for the magazines brought him into a prominence and popularity that lasted until the end. But if Richard gained his success early in life and was blessed with a very lovely home to which he could always return, he was not brought up in a manner which in any way could be called lavish. Lavish he may have been in later years, but if he was it was with the money for which those who knew him best knew how very hard he had worked.
In a general way, I cannot remember that our life as boys differed in any essential from that of other boys. My brother went to the Episcopal Academy and his weekly report never failed to fill the whole house with an impenetrable gloom and ever-increasing fears as to the possibilities of his future. At school and at college Richard was, to say the least, an indifferent student. And what made this undeniable fact so annoying, particularly to his teachers, was that morally he stood so very high. To "crib," to lie, or in any way to cheat or to do any unworthy act was, I believe, quite beyond his understanding. Therefore, while his constant lack of interest in his studies goaded his teachers to despair, when it came to a question of stamping out wrongdoing on the part of the student body he was invariably found