首页 >出版文学> Sketches New and Old>第2章
  Jonesarrivedpromptly,andwhenIgotreadytodothecowhidinghetookthejoboffmyhands。Inanencounterwithastranger,notinthebilloffare,Ihadlostmyscalp。Anotherstranger,bythenameofThompson,leftmeamerewreckandruinofchaoticrags。Andatlast,atbayinthecorner,andbesetbyaninfuriatedmobofeditors,blacklegs,politicians,anddesperadoes,whoravedandsworeandflourishedtheirweaponsaboutmyheadtilltheairshimmeredwithglancingflashesofsteel,Iwasintheactofresigningmyberthonthepaperwhenthechiefarrived,andwithhimarabbleofcharmedandenthusiasticfriends。Thenensuedasceneofriotandcarnagesuchasnohumanpen,orsteeloneeither,coulddescribe。Peoplewereshot,probed,dismembered,blownup,thrownoutofthewindow。Therewasabrieftornadoofmurkyblasphemy,withaconfusedandfranticwar-danceglimmeringthroughit,andthenallwasover。Infiveminutestherewassilence,andthegorychiefandI
  sataloneandsurveyedthesanguinaryruinthatstrewedtheflooraroundus。
  Hesaid,“You’lllikethisplacewhenyougetusedtoit。”
  Isaid,“I’llhavetogetyoutoexcuseme;IthinkmaybeImightwritetosuityouafterawhile;assoonasIhadhadsomepracticeandlearnedthelanguageIamconfidentIcould。But,tospeaktheplaintruth,thatsortofenergyofexpressionhasitsinconveniences,anda,manisliabletointerruption。
  Youseethatyourself。Vigorouswritingiscalculatedtoelevatethepublic,nodoubt,butthenIdonotliketoattractsomuchattentionasitcallsforth。Ican’twritewithcomfortwhenIaminterruptedsomuchasIhavebeento-day。Ilikethisberthwellenough,butIdon’tliketobeleftheretowaitonthecustomers。Theexperiencesarenovel,Igrantyou,andentertaining,too,afterafashion,buttheyarenotjudiciouslydistributed。Agentlemanshootsatyouthroughthewindowandcripplesme;abombshellcomesdownthestovepipeforyourgratificationandsendsthestovedoordownmythroat;afrienddropsintoswapcomplimentswithyou,andfrecklesmewithbullet-holestillmyskinwon’tholdmyprinciples;yougotodinner,andJonescomeswithhiscowhide,Gillespiethrowsmeoutofthewindow,Thompsontearsallmyclothesoff,andanentirestrangertakesmyscalpwiththeeasyfreedomofanoldacquaintance;andinlessthanfiveminutesalltheblackguardsinthecountryarriveintheirwar-paint,andproceedtoscaretherestofmetodeathwiththeirtomahawks。Takeitaltogether,IneverhadsuchaspiritedtimeinallmylifeasIhavehadto-day。No;Ilikeyou,andIlikeyourcalmunruffledwayofexplainingthingstothecustomers,butyouseeIamnotusedtoit。TheSouthernheartistooimpulsive;Southernhospitalityistoolavishwiththestranger。TheparagraphswhichIhavewrittento-day,andintowhosecoldsentencesyourmasterlyhandhasinfusedtheferventspiritofTennesseeanjournalism,willwakeupanothernestofhornets。Allthatmobofeditorswillcome——andtheywillcomehungry,too,andwantsomebodyforbreakfast。Ishallhavetobidyouadieu。Ideclinetobepresentatthesefestivities。IcameSouthformyhealth,Iwillgobackonthesameerrand,andsuddenly。Tennesseeanjournalismistoostirringforme。”
  Afterwhichwepartedwithmutualregret,andItookapartmentsatthehospital。
  THESTORYOFTHEBADLITTLEBOY——[Writtenabout1865]
  OncetherewasabadlittleboywhosenamewasJim——though,ifyouwillnotice,youwillfindthatbadlittleboysarenearlyalwayscalledJamesinyourSunday-schoolbooks。Itwasstrange,butstillitwastrue,thatthisonewascalledJim。
  Hedidn’thaveanysickmother,either——asickmotherwhowaspiousandhadtheconsumption,andwouldbegladtoliedowninthegraveandbeatrestbutforthestronglovesheboreherboy,andtheanxietyshefeltthattheworldmightbeharshandcoldtowardhimwhenshewasgone。
  MostbadboysintheSundaybooksarenamedJames,andhavesickmothers,whoteachthemtosay,“Now,Ilaymedown,“etc。andsingthemtosleepwithsweet,plaintivevoices,andthenkissthemgoodnight,andkneeldownbythebedsideandweep。Butitwasdifferentwiththisfellow。
  HewasnamedJim,andtherewasn’tanythingthematterwithhismother——noconsumption,noranythingofthatkind。Shewasratherstoutthanotherwise,andshewasnotpious;moreover,shewasnotanxiousonJim’saccount。Shesaidifheweretobreakhisneckitwouldn’tbemuchloss。
  ShealwaysspankedJimtosleep,andsheneverkissedhimgoodnight;onthecontrary,sheboxedhisearswhenshewasreadytoleavehim。
  Oncethislittlebadboystolethekeyofthepantry,andslippedinthereandhelpedhimselftosomejam,andfilledupthevesselwithtar,sothathismotherwouldneverknowthedifference;butallatonceaterriblefeelingdidn’tcomeoverhim,andsomethingdidn’tseemtowhispertohim,“Isitrighttodisobeymymother?,Isn’titsinfultodothis?,Wheredobadlittleboysgowhogobbleuptheirgoodkindmother’sjam?”andthenhedidn’tkneeldownallaloneandpromisenevertobewickedanymore,andriseupwithalight,happyheart,andgoandtellhismotherallaboutit,andbegherforgiveness,andbeblessedbyherwithtearsofprideandthankfulnessinhereyes。No;thatisthewaywithallotherbadboysinthebooks;butithappenedotherwisewiththisJim,strangelyenough。Heatethatjam,andsaiditwasbully,inhissinful,vulgarway;andheputinthetar,andsaidthatwasbullyalso,andlaughed,andobserved“thattheoldwomanwouldgetupandsnort“
  whenshefounditout;andwhenshedidfinditout,hedeniedknowinganythingaboutit,andshewhippedhimseverely,andhedidthecryinghimself。Everythingaboutthisboywascurious——everythingturnedoutdifferentlywithhimfromthewayitdoestothebadJamesesinthebooks。
  OnceheclimbedupinFarmerAcorn’sappletreetostealapples,andthelimbdidn’tbreak,andhedidn’tfallandbreakhisarm,andgettornbythefarmer’sgreatdog,andthenlanguishonasickbedforweeks,andrepentandbecomegood。Oh,no;hestoleasmanyapplesashewantedandcamedownallright;andhewasallreadyforthedog,too,andknockedhimendwayswithabrickwhenhecametotearhim。Itwasverystrange——nothinglikeiteverhappenedinthosemildlittlebookswithmarbledbacks,andwithpicturesinthemofmenwithswallow-tailedcoatsandbell-crownedhats,andpantaloonsthatareshortinthelegs,andwomenwiththewaistsoftheirdressesundertheirarms,andnohoopson。
  NothinglikeitinanyoftheSunday-schoolbooks。
  Oncehestoletheteacher’spenknife,and,whenhewasafraiditwouldbefoundoutandhewouldgetwhipped,heslippeditintoGeorgeWilson’scappoorWidowWilson’sson,themoralboy,thegoodlittleboyofthevillage,whoalwaysobeyedhismother,andnevertoldanuntruth,andwasfondofhislessons,andinfatuatedwithSunday-school。Andwhentheknifedroppedfromthecap,andpoorGeorgehunghisheadandblushed,asifinconsciousguilt,andthegrievedteacherchargedthetheftuponhim,andwasjustintheveryactofbringingtheswitchdownuponhistremblingshoulders,awhite-haired,improbablejusticeofthepeacedidnotsuddenlyappearintheirmidst,andstrikeanattitudeandsay,“Sparethisnobleboy——therestandsthecoweringculprit!,Iwaspassingtheschooldooratrecess,and,unseenmyself,Isawthetheftcommitted!”AndthenJimdidn’tgetwhaled,andthevenerablejusticedidn’treadthetearfulschoolahomily,andtakeGeorgebythehandandsaysuchboydeservedtobeexalted,andthentellhimcomeandmakehishomewithhim,andsweepouttheoffice,andmakefires,andrunerrands,andchopwood,andstudylaw,andhelphiswifedohouseholdlabors,andhaveallthebalanceofthetimetoplayandgetfortycentsamonth,andbehappy。Noitwouldhavehappenedthatwayinthebooks,butdidn’thappenthatwaytoJim。Nomeddlingoldclamofajusticedroppedintomaketrouble,andsothemodelboyGeorgegotthrashed,andJimwasgladofitbecause,youknow,Jimhatedmoralboys。Jimsaidhewas“downonthemmilksops。”,Suchwasthecoarselanguageofthisbad,neglectedboy。
  ButthestrangestthingthateverhappenedtoJimwasthetimehewentboatingonSunday,anddidn’tgetdrowned,andthatothertimethathegotcaughtoutinthestormwhenhewasfishingonSundayanddidn’tgetstruckbylightning。Why,youmightlook,andlook,allthroughtheSunday-schoolbooksfromnowtillnextChristmas,andyouwouldnevercomeacrossanythinglikethis。Oh,no;youwouldfindthatallthebadboyswhogoboatingonSundayinvariablygetdrowned;andallthebadboyswhogetcaughtoutinstormswhentheyarefishingonSundayinfalliblygetstruckbylightning。BoatswithbadboysinthemalwaysupsetonSunday,anditalwaysstormswhenbadboysgofishingontheSabbath。HowthisJimeverescapedisa,mysterytome。
  ThisJimboreacharmedlife——thatmusthavebeenthewayofit。Nothingcouldhurthim。Heevengavetheelephantinthemenagerieaplugoftobacco,andtheelephantdidn’tknockthetopofhisheadoffwithhistrunk。Hebrowsedaroundthecupboardafteressence-ofpeppermint,anddidn’tmakeamistakeanddrinkaquafortis。Hestolehisfather’sgunandwenthuntingontheSabbath,anddidn’tshootthreeorfourofhisfingersoff。Hestruckhislittlesisteronthetemplewithhisfistwhenhewasangry,andshedidn’tlingerinpainthroughlongsummerdays,anddiewithsweetwordsofforgivenessuponherlipsthatredoubledtheanguishofhisbreakingheart。No;shegotoverit。Heranoffandwenttoseaatlast,anddidn’tcomebackandfindhimselfsadandaloneintheworld,hislovedonessleepinginthequietchurchyard,andthevine-emboweredhomeofhisboyhoodtumbleddownandgonetodecay。Ah,no;hecamehomeasdrunkasapiper,andgotintothestation-housethefirstthing。
  Andhegrewupandmarried,andraisedalargefamily,andbrainedthemallwithanaxonenight,andgotwealthybyallmannerofcheatingandrascality;andnowheistheinfernalestwickedestscoundrelinhisnativevillage,andisuniversallyrespected,andbelongstothelegislature。
  SoyouseethereneverwasabadJamesintheSunday-schoolbooksthathadsuchastreakofluckasthissinfulJimwiththecharmedlife。
  THESTORYOFTHEGOODLITTLEBOY——[Wittenabout1865]
  OncetherewasagoodlittleboybythenameofJacobBlivens。Healwaysobeyedhisparents,nomatterhowabsurdandunreasonabletheirdemandswere;andhealwayslearnedhisbook,andneverwaslateatSabbath-
  school。Hewouldnotplayhookey,evenwhenhissoberjudgmenttoldhimitwasthemostprofitablethinghecoulddo。Noneoftheotherboyscouldevermakethatboyout,heactedsostrangely。Hewouldn’tlie,nomatterhowconvenientitwas。Hejustsaiditwaswrongtolie,andthatwassufficientforhim。Andhewassohonestthathewassimplyridiculous。ThecuriouswaysthatthatJacobhad,surpassedeverything。
  Hewouldn’tplaymarblesonSunday,hewouldn’trobbirds’nests,hewouldn’tgivehotpenniestoorgan-grinders’monkeys;hedidn’tseemtotakeanyinterestinanykindofrationalamusement。Sotheotherboysusedtotrytoreasonitoutandcometoanunderstandingofhim,buttheycouldn’tarriveatanysatisfactoryconclusion。AsIsaidbefore,theycouldonlyfigureoutasortofvagueideathathewas“afflicted,“
  andsotheytookhimundertheirprotection,andneverallowedanyharmtocometohim。
  ThisgoodlittleboyreadalltheSunday-schoolbooks;theywerehisgreatestdelight。Thiswasthewholesecretofit。HebelievedinthegoldlittleboystheyputintheSunday-schoolbook;hehadeveryconfidenceinthem。Helongedtocomeacrossoneofthemaliveonce;
  butheneverdid。Theyalldiedbeforehistime,maybe。Wheneverhereadaboutaparticularlygoodoneheturnedoverquicklytotheendtoseewhatbecameofhim,becausehewantedtotravelthousandsofmilesandgazeonhim;butitwasn’tanyuse;thatgoodlittleboyalwaysdiedinthelastchapter,andtherewasapictureofthefuneral,withallhisrelationsandtheSunday-schoolchildrenstandingaroundthegraveinpantaloonsthatweretooshort,andbonnetsthatweretoolarge,andeverybodycryingintohandkerchiefsthathadasmuchasayardandahalfofstuffinthem。Hewasalwaysheadedoffinthisway。Henevercouldseeoneofthosegoodlittleboysonaccountofhisalwaysdyinginthelastchapter。
  JacobhadanobleambitiontobeputinaSundayschoolbook。Hewantedtobeputin,withpicturesrepresentinghimgloriouslydecliningtolietohismother,andherweepingforjoyaboutit;andpicturesrepresentinghimstandingonthedoorstepgivingapennytoapoorbeggar-womanwithsixchildren,andtellinghertospenditfreely,butnottobeextravagant,becauseextravaganceisasin;andpicturesofhimmagnanimouslyrefusingtotellonthebadboywhoalwayslayinwaitforhimaroundthecornerashecamefromschool,andweltedhimsoovertheheadwithalath,andthenchasedhimhome,saying,“Hi!hi!”asheproceeded。ThatwastheambitionofyoungJacobBlivens。HewishedtobeputinaSunday-schoolbook。Itmadehimfeelalitheuncomfortablesometimeswhenhereflectedthatthegoodlittleboysalwaysdied。Helovedtolive,youknow,andthiswasthemostunpleasantfeatureaboutbeingaSunday-school-booboy。Heknewitwasnothealthytobegood。
  Heknewitwasmorefatalthanconsumptiontobesosupernaturallygoodastheboysinthebookswereheknewthatnoneofthemhadeverbeenabletostanditlong,anditpainedhimtothinkthatiftheyputhiminabookhewouldn’teverseeit,oreveniftheydidgetthebookoutbeforehedieditwouldn’tbepopularwithoutanypictureofhisfuneralinthebackpartofit。Itcouldn’tbemuchofaSunday-schoolbookthatcouldn’ttellabouttheadvicehegavetothecommunitywhenhewasdying。Soatlast,ofcourse,hehadtomakeuphismindtodothebesthecouldunderthecircumstances——toliveright,andhangonaslongashecouldandhavehisdyingspeechallreadywhenhistimecame。
  Butsomehownothingeverwentrightwiththegoodlittleboy;nothingeverturnedoutwithhimthewayitturnedoutwiththegoodlittleboysinthebooks。Theyalwayshadagoodtime,andthebadboyshadthebrokenlegs;butinhiscasetherewasascrewloosesomewhere,anditallhappenedjusttheotherway。WhenhefoundJimBlakestealingapples,andwentunderthetreetoreadtohimaboutthebadlittleboywhofelloutofaneighbor’sappletreeandbrokehisarm,Jimfelloutofthetree,too,buthefellonhimandbrokehisarm,andJimwasn’thurtatall。Jacobcouldn’tunderstandthat。Therewasn’tanythinginthebookslikeit。
  Andonce,whensomebadboyspushedablindmanoverinthemud,andJacobrantohelphimupandreceivehisblessing,theblindmandidnotgivehimanyblessingatall,butwhackedhimovertheheadwithhisstickandsaidhewouldliketocatchhimshovinghimagain,andthenpretendingtohelphimup。Thiswasnotinaccordancewithanyofthebooks。Jacoblookedthemallovertosee。
  OnethingthatJacobwantedtodowastofindalamedogthathadn’tanyplacetostay,andwashungryandpersecuted,andbringhimhomeandpethimandhavethatdog’simperishablegratitude。Andatlasthefoundoneandwashappy;andhebroughthimhomeandfedhim,butwhenhewasgoingtopethimthedogflewathimandtorealltheclothesoffhimexceptthosethatwereinfront,andmadeaspectacleofhimthatwasastonishing。Heexaminedauthorities,buthecouldnotunderstandthematter。Itwasofthesamebreedofdogsthatwasinthebooks,butitactedverydifferently。Whateverthisboydidhegotintotrouble。Theverythingstheboysinthebooksgotrewardedforturnedouttobeaboutthemostunprofitablethingshecouldinvestin。
  Once,whenhewasonhiswaytoSunday-school,hesawsomebadboysstartingoffpleasuringinasailboat。Hewasfilledwithconsternation,becauseheknewfromhisreadingthatboyswhowentsailingonSundayinvariablygotdrowned。Soheranoutonarafttowarnthem,butalogturnedwithhimandslidhimintotheriver。Amangothimoutprettysoon,andthedoctorpumpedthewateroutofhim,andgavehimafreshstartwithhisbellows,buthecaughtcoldandlaysickabednineweeks。
  Butthemostunaccountablethingaboutitwasthatthebadboysintheboathadagoodtimeallday,andthenreachedhomealiveandwellinthemostsurprisingmanner。JacobBlivenssaidtherewasnothinglikethesethingsinthebooks。Hewasperfectlydumfounded。
  Whenhegotwellhewasalittlediscouraged,butheresolvedtokeepontryinganyhow。Heknewthatsofarhisexperienceswouldn’tdotogoinabook,buthehadn’tyetreachedtheallottedtermoflifeforgoodlittleboys,andhehopedtobeabletomakearecordyetifhecouldholdontillhistimewasfullyup。Ifeverythingelsefailedhehadhisdyingspeechtofallbackon。
  Heexaminedhisauthorities,andfoundthatitwasnowtimeforhimtogotoseaasacabin-boy。Hecalledonaship-captainandmadehisapplication,andwhenthecaptainaskedforhisrecommendationsheproudlydrewoutatractandpointedtotheword,“ToJacobBlivens,fromhisaffectionateteacher。”,Butthecaptainwasacoarse,vulgarman,andhesaid,“Oh,thatbeblowed!thatwasn’tanyproofthatheknewhowtowashdishesorhandleaslush-bucket,andheguessedhedidn’twanthim。”
  ThiswasaltogetherthemostextraordinarythingthateverhappenedtoJacobinallhislife。Acomplimentfromateacher,onatract,hadneverfailedtomovethetenderestemotionsofship-captains,andopenthewaytoallofficesofhonorandprofitintheirgiftitneverhadinanybookthateverhehadread。Hecouldhardlybelievehissenses。
  Thisboyalwayshadahardtimeofit。Nothingevercameoutaccordingtotheauthoritieswithhim。Atlast,oneday,whenhewasaroundhuntingupbadlittleboystoadmonish,hefoundalotofthemintheoldiron-foundryfixingupalittlejokeonfourteenorfifteendogs,whichtheyhadtiedtogetherinlongprocession,andweregoingtoornamentwithemptynitroglycerincansmadefasttotheirtails。Jacob’sheartwastouched。Hesatdownononeofthosecansforhenevermindedgreasewhendutywasbeforehim,andhetookholdoftheforemostdogbythecollar,andturnedhisreprovingeyeuponwickedTomJones。ButjustatthatmomentAldermanMcWelter,fullofwrath,steppedin。Allthebadboysranaway,butJacobBlivensroseinconsciousinnocenceandbeganoneofthosestatelylittleSunday-school-bookspeecheswhichalwayscommencewith“Oh,sir!”indeadoppositiontothefactthatnoboy,goodorbad,everstartsaremarkwith“Oh,sir。”,Butthealdermanneverwaitedtoheartherest。HetookJacobBlivensbytheearandturnedhimaround,andhithimawhackintherearwiththeflatofhishand;andinaninstantthatgoodlittleboyshotoutthroughtheroofandsoaredawaytowardthesunwiththefragmentsofthosefifteendogsstringingafterhimlikethetailofakite。Andtherewasn’tasignofthataldermanorthatoldiron-foundryleftonthefaceoftheearth;and,asforyoungJacobBlivens,henevergotachancetomakehislastdyingspeechafterallhistroublefixingitup,unlesshemadeittothebirds;because,althoughthebulkofhimcamedownallrightinatree-topinanadjoiningcounty,therestofhimwasapportionedaroundamongfourtownships,andsotheyhadtoholdfiveinquestsonhimtofindoutwhetherhewasdeadornot,andhowitoccurred。Youneversawaboyscatteredso——[Thisglycerincatastropheisborrowedfromafloatingnewspaperitem,whoseauthor’snameIwouldgiveifIknewit——M。T。]
  Thusperishedthegoodlittleboywhodidthebesthecould,butdidn’tcomeoutaccordingtothebooks。Everyboywhoeverdidashedidprosperedexcepthim。Hiscaseistrulyremarkable。Itwillprobablyneverbeaccountedfor。
  ACOUPLEOFPOEMSBYTWAINANDMOORE——[Writtenabout1865]
  THOSEEVENINGBELLS
  BYTHOMASMOORE
  Thoseeveningbells!,thoseeveningbells!
  HowmanyataletheirmusictellsOfyouth,andhome,andthatsweettimeWhenlastIheardtheirsoothingchime。
  Thosejoyoushoursarepassedaway;
  Andmanyaheartthatthenwasgay,Withinthetombnowdarklydwells,Andhearsnomorethoseeveningbells。
  Andso’twillbewhenIamgoneThattunefulpealwillstillringon;
  Whileotherbardsshallwalkthesedells,Andsingyourpraise,sweeteveningbells。
  THOSEANNUALBILLS
  BYMARKTWAIN
  Theseannualbills!theseannualbills!
  HowmanyasongtheirdiscordtrillsOf“truck“consumed,enjoyed,forgot,SinceIwasskinnedbylastyear’slot!
  Thosejoyousbeansarepassedaway;
  Thoseonionsblithe,Owherearethey?
  Onceloved,lost,mourned——nowvexingILLS
  Yourshadestroopbackinannualbills!
  Andso’twillbewhenI’magroundTheseyearlydunswillstillgoround,Whileotherbards,withfranticquills,Shalldamnanddamntheseannualbills!
  NIAGARA[Writtenabout1871。]
  NiagaraFallsisamostenjoyableplaceofresort。Thehotelsareexcellent,andthepricesnotatallexorbitant。Theopportunitiesforfishingarenotsurpassedinthecountry;infact,theyarenotevenequaledelsewhere。Because,inotherlocalities,certainplacesinthestreamsaremuchbetterthanothers;butatNiagaraoneplaceisjustasgoodasanother,forthereasonthatthefishdonotbiteanywhere,andsothereisnouseinyourwalkingfivemilestofish,whenyoucandependonbeingjustasunsuccessfulnearerhome。Theadvantagesofthisstateofthingshaveneverheretoforebeenproperlyplacedbeforethepublic。
  Theweatheriscoolinsummer,andthewalksanddrivesareallpleasantandnoneofthemfatiguing。Whenyoustartoutto“do“theFallsyoufirstdrivedownaboutamile,andpayasmallsumfortheprivilegeoflookingdownfromaprecipiceintothenarrowestpartoftheNiagaraRiver。Arailway“cut“throughahillwouldbeascomelyifithadtheangryrivertumblingandfoamingthroughitsbottom。Youcandescendastaircasehereahundredandfiftyfeetdown,andstandattheedgeofthewater。Afteryouhavedoneit,youwillwonderwhyyoudidit;butyouwillthenbetoolate。
  Theguidewillexplaintoyou,inhisblood-curdlingway,howhesawthelittlesteamer,MaidoftheMist,descendthefearfulrapids——howfirstonepaddle-boxwasoutofsightbehindtheragingbillowsandthentheother,andatwhatpointitwasthathersmokestacktoppledoverboard,andwhereherplankingbegantobreakandpartasunder——andhowshedidfinallylivethroughthetrip,afteraccomplishingtheincrediblefeatoftravelingseventeenmilesinsixminutes,orsixmilesinseventeenminutes,Ihavereallyforgottenwhich。Butitwasveryextraordinary,anyhow。Itisworththepriceofadmissiontoheartheguidetellthestoryninetimesinsuccessiontodifferentparties,andnevermissawordoralterasentenceoragesture。
  ThenyoudriveovertoSuspensionBridge,anddivideyourmiserybetweenthechancesofsmashingdowntwohundredfeetintotheriverbelow,andthechancesofhavingtherailway-trainoverheadsmashingdownontoyou。
  Eitherpossibilityisdiscomfortingtakenbyitself,but,mixedtogether,theyamountintheaggregatetopositiveunhappiness。
  OntheCanadasideyoudrivealongthechasmbetweenlongranksofphotographersstandingguardbehindtheircameras,readytomakeanostentatiousfrontispieceofyouandyourdecayingambulance,andyoursolemncratewithahideonit,whichyouareexpectedtoregardinthelightofahorse,andadiminishedandunimportantbackgroundofsublimeNiagara;andagreatmanypeoplehavetheincredibleeffronteryorthenativedepravitytoaidandabetthissortofcrime。
  Anyday,inthehandsofthesephotographers,youmayseestatelypicturesofpapaandmamma,JohnnyandBubandSisoracoupleofcountrycousins,allsmilingvacantly,andalldisposedinstudiedanduncomfortableattitudesintheircarriage,andallloomingupintheirawe-inspiringimbecilitybeforethesnubbedanddiminishedpresentmentofthatmajesticpresencewhoseministeringspiritsaretherainbows,whosevoiceisthethunder,whoseawfulfrontisveiledinclouds,whowasmonarchheredeadandforgottenagesbeforethishackfulofsmallreptileswasdeemedtemporarilynecessarytofillacrackintheworld’sunnotedmyriads,andwillstillbemonarchhereagesanddecadesofagesaftertheyshallhavegatheredthemselvestotheirblood-relations,theotherworms,andbeenmingledwiththeunrememberingdust。
  ThereisnoactualharminmakingNiagaraabackgroundwhereontodisplayone’smarvelousinsignificanceinagoodstronglight,butitrequiresasortofsuperhumanself-complacencytoenableonetodoit。
  WhenyouhaveexaminedthestupendousHorseshoeFalltillyouaresatisfiedyoucannotimproveonit,youreturntoAmericabythenewSuspensionBridge,andfollowupthebanktowheretheyexhibittheCaveoftheWinds。
  HereIfollowedinstructions,anddivestedmyselfofallmyclothing,andputonawaterproofjacketandoveralls。Thiscostumeispicturesque,butnotbeautiful。Aguide,similarlydressed,ledthewaydownaflightofwindingstairs,whichwoundandwound,andstillkeptonwindinglongafterthethingceasedtobeanovelty,andthenterminatedlongbeforeithadbeguntobeapleasure。Wewerethenwelldownundertheprecipice,butstillconsiderablyabovetheleveloftheriver。
  Wenowbegantocreepalongflimsybridgesofasingleplank,ourpersonsshieldedfromdestructionbyacrazywoodenrailing,towhichIclungwithbothhands——notbecauseIwasafraid,butbecauseIwantedto。
  Presentlythedescentbecamesteeperandthebridgeflimsier,andspraysfromtheAmericanFallbegantoraindownonusinfastincreasingsheetsthatsoonbecameblinding,andafterthatourprogresswasmostlyinthenatureofgroping。Novaafuriouswindbegantorushoutfrombehindthewaterfall,whichseemeddeterminedtosweepusfromthebridge,andscatterusontherocksandamongthetorrentsbelow。IremarkedthatI
  wantedtogohome;butitwastoolate。Wewerealmostunderthemonstrouswallofwaterthunderingdownfromabove,andspeechwasinvaininthemidstofsuchapitilesscrashofsound。
  Inanothermomenttheguidedisappearedbehindthedeluge,andbewilderedbythethunder,drivenhelplesslybythewind,andsmittenbythearrowytempestofrain,Ifollowed。Allwasdarkness。Suchamadstorming,roaring,andbellowingofwarringwindandwaternevercrazedmyearsbefore。Ibentmyhead,andseemedtoreceivetheAtlanticonmyback。
  Theworldseemedgoingtodestruction。Icouldnotseeanything,thefloodpoureddownsavagely。Iraisedmyhead,withopenmouth,andthemostoftheAmericancataractwentdownmythroat。IfIhadsprungaleaknowIhadbeenlost。AndatthismomentIdiscoveredthatthebridgehadceased,andwemusttrustforafootholdtotheslipperyandprecipitousrocks。Ineverwassoscaredbeforeandsurvivedit。Butwegotthroughatlast,andemergedintotheopenday,wherewecouldstandinfrontofthelacedandfrothyandseethingworldofdescendingwater,andlookatit。WhenIsawhowmuchofittherewas,andhowfearfullyinearnestitwas,IwassorryIhadgonebehindit。
  ThenobleRedManhasalwaysbeenafriendanddarlingofmine。Ilovetoreadabouthimintalesandlegendsandromances。Ilovetoreadofhisinspiredsagacity,andhisloveofthewildfreelifeofmountainandforest,andhisgeneralnobilityofcharacter,andhisstatelymetaphoricalmannerofspeech,andhischivalrouslovefortheduskymaiden,andthepicturesquepompofhisdressandaccoutrements。
  Especiallythepicturesquepompofhisdressandaccoutrements。WhenI
  foundtheshopsatNiagaraFallsfullofdaintyIndianbeadwork,andstunningmoccasins,andequallystunningtoyfiguresrepresentinghumanbeingswhocarriedtheirweaponsinholesboredthroughtheirarmsandbodies,andhadfeetshapedlikeapie,Iwasfilledwithemotion。
  Iknewthatnow,atlast,IwasgoingtocomefacetofacewiththenobleRedMan。
  Aladyclerkinashoptoldme,indeed,thatallhergrandarrayofcuriositiesweremadebytheIndians,andthattheywereplentyabouttheFalls,andthattheywerefriendly,anditwouldnotbedangeroustospeaktothem。Andsureenough,asIapproachedthebridgeleadingovertoLunaIsland,IcameuponanobleSonoftheForestsittingunderatree,diligentlyatworkonabeadreticule。Heworeaslouchhatandbrogans,andhadashortblackpipeinhismouth。ThusdoesthebanefulcontactwithoureffeminatecivilizationdilutethepicturesquepompwhichissonaturaltotheIndianwhenfarremovedfromusinhisnativehaunts。Iaddressedtherelicasfollows:
  “IstheWawhoo-Wang-WangoftheWhack-a-Whackhappy?,DoesthegreatSpeckledThundersighforthewar-path,orishisheartcontentedwithdreamingoftheduskymaiden,thePrideoftheForest?,DoesthemightySachemyearntodrinkthebloodofhisenemies,orishesatisfiedtomakebeadreticulesforthepappoosesofthepaleface?,Speak,sublimerelicofbygonegrandeur——venerableruin,speak!”
  Therelicsaid:
  “An’isitmesilf,DennisHooligan,thatye’dbetakon’foradirtyInjin,yedrawlin’,lantern-jawed,spider-leggeddivil!,BythepiperthatplayedbeforeMoses,I’llateye!”
  Iwentawayfromthere。
  Byandby,intheneighborhoodoftheTerrapinTower,Icameuponagentledaughteroftheaboriginesinfringedandbeadedbuckskinmoccasinsandleggins,seatedonabenchwithherprettywaresabouther。
  Shehadjustcarvedoutawoodenchiefthathadastrongfamilyresemblancetoaclothes-pin,andwasnowboringaholethroughhisabdomentoputhisbowthrough。Ihesitatedamoment,andthenaddressedher:
  “Istheheartoftheforestmaidenheavy?,IstheLaughingTadpolelonely?,Doesshemournovertheextinguishedcouncil-firesofherrace,andthevanishedgloryofherancestors?,Ordoeshersadspiritwanderafartowardthehunting-groundswhitherherbraveGobbler-of-the-
  Lightningsisgone?,Whyismydaughtersilent?,Hassheoughtagainstthepalefacestranger?”
  Themaidensaid:
  “Faix,an’isitBiddyMaloneyedaretobecallin’names?,Lavethis,orI’llshyyourleancarcassoverthecataract,yesnivelingblaggard!”
  Iadjournedfromtherealso。
  “ConfoundtheseIndians!”Isaid。”Theytoldmetheyweretame;but,ifappearancesgoforanything,Ishouldsaytheywereallonthewarpath。”
  Imadeonemoreattempttofraternizewiththem,andonlyone。Icameuponacampofthemgatheredintheshadeofagreattree,makingwampumandmoccasins,andaddressedtheminthelanguageoffriendship:
  “NobleRedMen,Braves,GrandSachems,WarChiefs,Squaws,andHighMuck-
  a-Mucks,thepalefacefromthelandofthesettingsungreetsyou!You,BeneficentPolecat——you,DevourerofMountains——you,RoaringThundergust——you,BullyBoywithaGlasseye——thepalefacefrombeyondthegreatwatersgreetsyouall!Warandpestilencehavethinnedyourranksanddestroyedyouronceproudnation。Pokerandseven-up,andavainmodernexpenseforsoap,unknowntoyourgloriousancestors,havedepletedyourpurses。Appropriating,inyoursimplicity,thepropertyofothershasgottenyouintotrouble。Misrepresentingfacts,inyoursimpleinnocence,hasdamagedyourreputationwiththesoullessusurper。
  Tradingforforty-rodwhisky,toenableyoutogetdrunkandhappyandtomahawkyourfamilies,hasplayedtheeverlastingmischiefwiththepicturesquepompofyourdress,andhereyouare,inthebroadlightofthenineteenthcentury,gottenupliketheragtagandbobtailofthepurlieusofNewYork。Forshame!,Rememberyourancestors!,Recalltheirmightydeeds!,RememberUncas!——andRedjacket!andHoleintheDay!——
  andWhoopdedoodledo!,Emulatetheirachievements!,Unfurlyourselvesundermybanner,noblesavages,illustriousguttersnipes——“
  “Downwidhim!”“Scooptheblaggard!”“Burnhim!”“Banghim!”
  “Dhroundhim!”
  Itwasthequickestoperationthateverwas。Isimplysawasuddenflashintheairofclubs,brickbats,fists,bead-baskets,andmoccasins——asingleflash,andtheyallappearedtohitmeatonce,andnotwooftheminthesameplace。Inthenextinstanttheentiretribewasuponme。
  Theytorehalftheclothesoffme;theybrokemyarmsandlegs;theygavemeathumpthatdentedthetopofmyheadtillitwouldholdcoffeelikeasaucer;and,tocrowntheirdisgracefulproceedingsandaddinsulttoinjury,theythrewmeovertheNiagaraFalls,andIgotwet。
  Aboutninetyorahundredfeetfromthetop,theremainsofmyvestcaughtonaprojectingrock,andIwasalmostdrownedbeforeIcouldgetloose。Ifinallyfell,andbroughtupinaworldofwhitefoamatthefootoftheFall,whosecelledandbubblymassestoweredupseveralinchesabovemyhead。OfcourseIgotintotheeddy。Isailedroundandroundinitforty-fourtimes——chasingachipandgainingonit——eachroundtripahalf-mile——reachingforthesamebushonthebankforty-fourtimes,andjustexactlymissingitbyahair’s-breadtheverytime。
  Atlastamanwalkeddownandsatdownclosetothatbush,andputapipeinhismouth,andlitamatch,andfollowedmewithoneeyeandkepttheotheronthematch,whilehesheltereditinhishandsfromthewind。
  Presentlyapuffofwindblewitout。ThenexttimeIsweptaroundhesaid:
  “Gotamatch?”
  “Yes;inmyothervest。Helpmeout,please。”
  “NotforJoe。”
  WhenIcameroundagain,Isaid:
  “Excusetheseeminglyimpertinentcuriosityofadrowningman,butwillyouexplainthissingularconductofyours?”
  “Withpleasure。Iamthecoroner。Don’thurryonmyaccount。Icanwaitforyou。ButIwishIhadamatch。”
  Isaid:“Takemyplace,andI’llgoandgetyouone。”
  Hedeclined。Thislackofconfidenceonhispartcreatedacoldnessbetweenus,andfromthattimeforwardIavoidedhim。Itwasmyidea,incaseanythinghappenedtome,tosotimetheoccurrenceastothrowmycustomintothehandsoftheoppositioncoronerontheAmericanside。
  Atlastapolicemancamealong,andarrestedmefordisturbingthepeacebyyellingatpeopleonshoreforhelp。Thejudgefinedme,buthadtheadvantageofhim。Mymoneywaswithmypantaloons,andmypantaloonswerewiththeIndians。
  ThusIescaped。Iamnowlyinginaverycriticalcondition。AtleastI
  amlyinganyway——criticalornotcritical。Iamhurtallover,butI
  cannottellthefullextentyet,becausethedoctorisnotdonetakinginventory。Hewillmakeoutmymanifestthisevening。However,thusfarhethinksonlysixteenofmywoundsarefatal。Idon’tmindtheothers。
  Uponregainingmyrightmind,Isaid:
  “ItisanawfulsavagetribeofIndiansthatdothebeadworkandmoccasinsforNiagaraFalls,doctor。Wherearetheyfrom?”
  “Limerick,myson。”
  ANSWERSTOCORRESPONDENTS——[Writtenabout1865。]
  “MORALSTATISTICIAN。”——Idon’twantanyofyourstatistics;Itookyourwholebatchandlitmypipewithit。Ihateyourkindofpeople。Youarealwayscipheringouthowmuchaman’shealthisinjured,andhowmuchhisintellectisimpaired,andhowmanypitifuldollarsandcentshewastesinthecourseofninety-twoyears’indulgenceinthefatalpracticeofsmoking;andintheequallyfatalpracticeofdrinkingcoffee;andinplayingbilliardsoccasionally;andintakingaglassofwineatdinner,etc。etc。etc。Andyouarealwaysfiguringouthowmanywomenhavebeenburnedtodeathbecauseofthedangerousfashionofwearingexpansivehoops,etc。etc。etc。Youneverseemorethanonesideofthequestion。YouareblindtothefactthatmostoldmeninAmericasmokeanddrinkcoffee,although,accordingtoyourtheory,theyoughttohavediedyoung;andthatheartyoldEnglishmendrinkwineandsurviveit,andportlyoldDutchmenbothdrinkandsmokefreely,andyetgrowolderandfatterallthetime。Andyouneverbytofindouthowmuchsolidcomfort,relaxation,andenjoymentamanderivesfromsmokinginthecourseofalifetimewhichisworthtentimesthemoneyhewouldsavebylettingitalone,northeappallingaggregateofhappinesslostinalifetimeyourkindofpeoplefromnotsmoking。Ofcourseyoucansavemoneybydenyingyourselfallthelittleviciousenjoymentsforfiftyyears;butthenwhatcanyoudowithit?,Whatusecanyouputitto?,Moneycan’tsaveyourinfinitesimalsoul。Alltheusethatmoneycanbeputtoistopurchasecomfortandenjoymentinthislife;
  therefore,asyouareanenemytocomfortandenjoyment,whereistheuseofaccumulatingcash?,Itwon’tdoforyousaythatyoucanuseittobetterpurposeinfurnishingagoodtable,andincharities,andinsupportingtractsocieties,becauseyouknowyourselfthatyoupeoplewhohavenopettyvicesareneverknowntogiveawayacent,andthatyoustintyourselvessointhematteroffoodthatyouarealwaysfeebleandhungry。Andyouneverdaretolaughinthedaytimeforfearsomepoorwretch,seeingyouinagoodhumor,willtrytoborrowadollarofyou;
  andinchurchyouarealwaysdownonyourknees,withyoureyesburiedinthecushion,whenthecontribution-boxcomesaround;andyounevergivetherevenueofficer:fullstatementofyourincome。Nowyouknowthesethingsyourself,don’tyou?,Verywell,thenwhatistheuseofyourstringingoutyourmiserablelivestoaleanandwitheredoldage?,Whatistheuseofyoursavingmoneythatissoutterlyworthlesstoyou?,Inaword,whydon’tyougooffsomewhereanddie,andnotbealwaystryingtoseducepeopleintobecomingas“ornery“andunlovableasyouareyourselves,byyourvillainous“moralstatistics“?,NowIdon’tapproveofdissipation,andIdon’tindulgeinit,either;butIhaven’taparticleofconfidenceinamanwhohasnoredeemingpettyvices,andsoIdon’twanttohearfromyouanymore。Ithinkyouaretheverysamemanwhoreadmealonglecturelastweekaboutthedegradingviceofsmokingcigars,andthencameback,inmyabsence,withyourreprehensiblefireproofgloveson,andcarriedoffmybeautifulparlorstove。
  “YOUNGAUTHOR。”——Yes,Agassizdoesrecommendauthorstoeatfish,becausethephosphorusinitmakesbrain。Sofaryouarecorrect。ButIcannothelpyoutoadecisionabouttheamountyouneedtoeat——atleast,notwithcertainty。Ifthespecimencompositionyousendisaboutyourfairusualaverage,Ishouldjudgethatperhapsacoupleofwhaleswouldbeallyouwouldwantforthepresent。Notthelargestkind,butsimplygood,middling-sizedwhales。
  “SIMONWHEELER,“Sonora——Thefollowingsimpleandtouchingremarksandaccompanyingpoemhavejustcometohandfromtherichgold-miningregionofSonora:
  ToMr。MarkTwain:Thewithinparson,whichIhavesettopoetryunderthenameandstyleof“HeDoneHisLevelBest,“wasoneamongthewhitestmenIeversee,anditain’teverymanthatknowedhimthatcanfinditinhishearttosayhe’sgladthepoorcussisbustedandgonehometotheStates。Hewashereinanearlyday,andhewasthehandyestmanabouttakin’holtofanythingthatcomealongyoumosteversee,Ijudge。Hewasacheerful,stirnn’
  cretur,alwaysdoin’somethin’,andnomancansayheeverseehimdoanythingbyhalvers。Preachinwashisnateralgait,buthewarn’tamantolaybackatwidlehisthumbsbecausetheredidn’thappentobenothin’doinhisownespecialline——no,sir,hewasamanwhowouldmeanderforthandstirupsomethingforhisself。Hislastactswastogohispileon“Kings-and“calkatin’tofill,butwhichhedidn’tfill,whentherewasa“flush“outaginhim,andnaterally,yousee,hewentunder。Andsohewascleanedoutasyoumaysay,andhestruckthehome-trail,cheerfulbutflatbroke。I
  knowedthistalontedmaninArkansaw,andifyouwouldprintthishumblytributetohisgorgisabilities,youwouldgreatlyobleegehisonhappyfriend。
  HEDONEHISLEVELBEST
  Washeaminingontheflat——
  Hedoneitwithazest;
  Washealeadingofthechoir——
  Hedonehislevelbest。
  Ifhe’dareg’lartasktodo,Henevertooknorest;
  Orif’twasoff-and-on-thesame——
  Hedonehislevelbest。
  Ifhewaspreachin’onhisbeat,He’dtrampfromeasttowest,Andnorthtosouth-incoldandheatHedonehislevelbest。
  He’dyankasinneroutenHades,**
  Andlandhimwiththeblest;
  Thensnatchaprayer’nwaltzinagain,Anddohislevelbest。
  **HereIhavetakenaslightlibertywiththeoriginalMS。”Hades“
  doesnotmakesuchgoodmeterastheotherwordofonesyllable,butitsoundsbetter。
  He’dcussandsingandhowlandpray,Anddanceanddrinkandjest,Andlieandsteal-allonetohim——
  Hedonehislevelbest。
  Whate’erthismanwassottodo,Hedoneitwithazest;
  Nomatterwhathiscontractwas,HE’DDOHISLEVELBEST。
  Verily,thismanwasgiftedwith“gorgisabilities,“anditisahappinesstometoembalmthememoryoftheirlusterinthesecolumns。
  IfitwerenotthatthepoetcropisunusuallylargeandrankinCaliforniathisyear,Iwouldencourageyoutocontinuewriting,SimonWheeler;but,asitis,perhapsitmightbetooriskyinyoutoenteragainstsomuchopposition。
  “PROFESSIONALBEGGAR。”——NO;youarenotobligedtotakegreenbacksatpar。
  “MELTONMOWBRAY,“DutchFlat——Thiscorrespondentsendsalotofdoggerel,andsaysithasbeenregardedasverygoodinDutchFlat。I
  giveaspecimenverse:
  TheAssyriancamedownlikeawolfonthefold,Andhiscohortsweregleamingwithpurpleandgold;
  Andthesheenofhisspearswaslikestarsonthesea,WhenthebluewaverollsnightlyondeepGalilee。**
  **Thispieceofpleasantry,publishedinaSanFranciscopaper,wasmistakenbythecountryjournalsforseriousness,andmanyandloudwerethedenunciationsoftheignoranceofauthorandeditor,innotknowingthatthelinesinquestionwere“writtenbyByron。”
  There,thatwilldo。ThatmaybeverygoodDutchFlatpoetry,butitwon’tdointhemetropolis。Itistoosmoothandblubbery;itreadslikebuttermilkgurglingfromajug。Whatthepeopleoughttohaveissomethingspirited——somethinglike“JohnnyComesMarchingHome。”,Howeverkeeponpractising,andyoumaysucceedyet。Thereisgeniusinyou,buttoomuchblubber。
  “ST。CLAIRHIGGINS。”LosAngeles——“Mylifeisafailure;Ihaveadored,wildly,madly,andshewhomIlovehasturnedcoldlyfrommeandshedheraffectionsuponanother。Whatwouldyouadvisemetodo?”
  Youshouldsetyouraffectionsonanotheralso——oronseveral,ifthereareenoughtogoround。Also,doeverythingyoucantomakeyourformerflameunhappy。Thereisanabsurdideadisseminatedinnovels,thatthehappieragirliswithanotherman,thehappieritmakestheoldlovershehasblighted。Don’tallowyourselftobelieveanysuchnonsenseasthat。Themorecausethatgirlfindstoregretthatshedidnotmarryyou,themorecomfortableyouwillfeeloverit。Itisn’tpoetical,butitismightysounddoctrine。
  “ARITIIMETICUS。”Virginia,Nevada——“Ifitwouldtakeacannon-ball3and1/3secondstotravelfourmiles,and3and3/8secondstotravelthenextfour,and3and5/8totravelthenextfour,andifitsrateofprogresscontinuedtodiminishinthesameratio,howlongwouldittakeittogofifteenhundredmillionmiles?”
  Idon’tknow。
  “AMBITIOUSLEARNER,“Oakland——Yes;youarerightAmericawasnotdiscoveredbyAlexanderSelkirk。
  “DISCARDEDLOVER。”——“Iloved,andstilllove,thebeautifulEdwithaHoward,andintendedtomarryher。Yet,duringmytemporaryabsenceatBenicia,lastweek,alas!shemarriedJones。Ismyhappinesstobethusblastedforlife?HaveInoredress?”
  Ofcourseyouhave。Allthelaw,writtenandunwritten,isonyourside。
  Theintentionandnottheactconstitutescrime——inotherwords,constitutesthedeed。Ifyoucallyourbosomfriendafool,andintenditforaninsult,itisaninsult;butifyoudoitplayfully,andmeaningnoinsult,itisnotaninsult。Ifyoudischargeapistolaccidentally,andkillaman,youcangofree,foryouhavedonenomurder;butifyoutrytokillaman,andmanifestlyintendtokillhim,butfailutterlytodoit,thelawstillholdsthattheintentionconstitutedthecrime,andyouareguiltyofmurder。Ergo,ifyouhadmarriedEdwithaaccidentally,andwithoutreallyintendingtodoit,youwouldnotactuallybemarriedtoheratall,becausetheactofmarriagecouldnotbecompletewithouttheintention。Andergo,inthestrictspiritofthelaw,sinceyoudeliberatelyintendedtomarryEdwitha,anddidn’tdoit,youaremarriedtoherallthesame——because,asIsaidbefore,theintentionconstitutesthecrime。ItisasclearasdaythatEdwithaisyourwife,andyourredressliesintakingaclubandmutilatingJoneswithitasmuchasyoucan。Anymanhasarighttoprotecthisownwifefromtheadvancesofothermen。Butyouhaveanotheralternative——youweremarriedtoEdwithafirst,becauseofyourdeliberateintention,andnowyoucanprosecuteherforbigamy,insubsequentlymarryingJones。Butthereisanotherphaseinthiscomplicatedcase:,YouintendedtomarryEdwitha,andconsequently,accordingtolaw,sheisyourwife——thereisnogettingaroundthat;butshedidn’tmarryyou,andifsheneverintendedtomarryyou,youarenotherhusband,ofcourse。Ergo,inmarryingJones,shewasguiltyofbigamy,becauseshewasthewifeofanothermanatthetime;whichisallverywellasfarasitgoes——butthen,don’tyousee,shehadnootherhusbandwhenshemarriedJones,andconsequentlyshewasnotguiltyofbigamy。Now,accordingtothisviewofthecase,Jonesmarriedaspinster,whowasawidowatthesametimeandanotherman’swifeatthesametime,andyetwhohadnohusbandandneverhadone,andneverhadanyintentionofgettingmarried,andtherefore,ofcourse,neverhadbeenmarried;andbythesamereasoningyouareabachelor,becauseyouhaveneverbeenanyone’shusband;andamarriedman,becauseyouhaveawifeliving;andtoallintentsandpurposesawidower,becauseyouhavebeendeprivedofthatwife;andaconsummateassforgoingofftoBeniciainthefirstplace,whilethingsweresomixed。AndbythistimeIhavegotmyselfsotangledupintheintricaciesofthisextraordinarycasethatIshallhavetogiveupanyfurtherattempttoadviseyou——Imightgetconfusedandfailtomakemyselfunderstood。IthinkIcouldtakeuptheargumentwhereIleftoff,andbyfollowingitcloselyawhile,perhapsIcouldprovetoyoursatisfaction,eitherthatyouneverexistedatall,orthatyouaredeadnow,andconsequentlydon’tneedthefaithlessEdwitha——IthinkIcoulddothat,ifitwouldaffordyouanycomfort。
  “ARTHURAUGUSTUS。”——No;youarewrong;thatistheproperwaytothrowabrickbatoratomahawk;butitdoesn’tanswersowellforabouquet;youwillhurtsomebodyifyoukeepitup。Turnyournosegayupsidedown,takeitbythestems,andtossitwithanupwardsweep。Didyoueverpitchquoits?thatistheidea。Thepracticeofrecklesslyheavingimmensesolidbouquets,ofthegeneralsizeandweightofprizecabbages,fromthedizzyaltitudeofthegalleries,isdangerousandveryreprehensible。Now,nightbeforelast,attheAcademyofMusic,justafterSignorinahadfinishedthatexquisitemelody,“TheLastRoseofSummer,“oneofthesefloralpile-driverscamecleavingdownthroughtheatmosphereofapplause,andifshehadn’tdeployedsuddenlytotheright,itwouldhavedrivenherintothefloorlikeashinglenail。Ofcoursethatbouquetwaswellmeant;buthowwouldyouliketohavebeenthetarget?,Asincerecomplimentisalwaysgratefultoalady,solongasyoudon’ttrytoknockherdownwithit。
  “YOUNGMOTHER。”——Andsoyouthinkababyisathingofbeautyandajoyforever?,Well,theideaispleasing,butnotoriginal;everycowthinksthesameofitsowncalf。Perhapsthecowmaynotthinkitsoelegantly,butstillshethinksitnevertheless。Ihonorthecowforit。Weallhonorthistouchingmaternalinstinctwhereverwefindit,beitinthehomeofluxuryorinthehumblecove-shed。Butreally,madam,whenI
  cometoexaminethematterinallitsbearings,Ifindthatthecorrectnessofyourassertiondoesnotassertitselfinallcases。
  Asoiledbaby,withaneglectednose,cannotbeconscientiouslyregardedasathingofbeauty;andinasmuchasbabyhoodspansbutthreeshortyears,nobabyiscompetenttobeajoy“forever。”,Itpainsmethustodemolishtwo-thirdsofyourprettysentimentinasinglesentence;butthepositionIholdinthischairrequiresthatIshallnotpermityoutodeceiveandmisleadthepublicwithyourplausiblefiguresofspeech。
  Iknowafemalebaby,agedeighteenmonths,inthiscity,whichcannotholdoutasa“joy“twenty-fourhoursonastretch,letalone“forever。”
  Anditpossessessomeofthemostremarkableeccentricitiesofcharacterandappetitethathaveeverfallenundermynotice。Iwillsetdownhereastatementofthisinfant’soperationsconceived,planned,andearnedoutbyitself,andwithoutsuggestionorassistancefromitsmotheroranyoneelse,duringasingleday;andwhatIshallsaycanbesubstantiatedbythesworntestimonyofwitnesses。
  Itcommencedbyeatingonedozenlargeblue-masspills,boxandall;thenitfelldownaflightofstairs,andarosewithablueandpurpleknotonitsforehead,afterwhichitproceededinquestoffurtherrefreshmentandamusement。Itfoundaglasstrinketornamentedwithbrass-work——smashedupandatetheglass,andthenswallowedthebrass。
  Thenitdrankabouttwentydropsoflaudanum,andmorethanadozentablespoonfulsofstrongspiritsofcamphor。Thereasonwhyittooknomorelaudanumwasbecausetherewasnomoretotake。Afterthisitlaydownonitsback,andshovedfiveorsix,inchesofasilver-headedwhalebonecanedownitsthroat;gotitfastthere,anditwasallitsmothercoulddotopullthecaneoutagain,withoutpullingoutsomeofthechildwithit。Then,beinghungryforglassagain,itbrokeupseveralwineglasses,andfelltoeatingandswallowingthefragments,notmindingacutortwo。Thenitateaquantityofbutter,pepper,salt,andCaliforniamatches,actuallytakingaspoonfulofbutter,aspoonfulofsalt,aspoonfulofpepper,andthreeorfourlucifermatchesateachmouthful。IwillremarkherethatthisthingofbeautylikespaintedGermanlucifers,andeatsallshecangetofthem;butsheprefersCaliforniamatches,whichIregardasacomplimenttoourhomemanufacturesofmorethanordinaryvalue,coming,asitdoes,fromonewhoistooyoungtoflatter。,Thenshewashedherheadwithsoapandwater,andafterwardatewhatsoapwasleft,anddrankasmuchofthesudsasshehadroomfor;afterwhichshesalliedforthandtookthecowfamiliarlybythetail,andgotkickedheelsoverhead。Atoddtimesduringtheday,whenthisjoyforeverhappenedtohavenothingparticularonhand,sheputinthetimebyclimbinguponplaces,andfallingdownoffthem,uniformlydamagingherselfintheoperation。Asyoungassheis,shespeaksmanywordstolerablydistinctly;andbeingplainspokeninotherrespects,bluntandtothepoint,sheopensconversationwithallstrangers,maleorfemale,withthesameformula,“Howdo,Jim?”
  Notbeingfamiliarwiththewaysofchildren,itispossiblethatIhavebeenmagnifyingintomatterofsurprisethingswhichmaynotstrikeanyonewhoisfamiliarwithinfancyasbeingatallastonishing。However,I
  cannotbelievethatsuchisthecase,andsoIrepeatthatmyreportofthisbaby’sperformancesisstrictlytrue;andifanyonedoubtsit,Icanproducethechild。Iwillfurtherengagethatshewilldevouranythingthatisgivenherreservingtomyselfonlytherighttoexcludeanvils,andfalldownfromanyplacetowhichshemaybeelevatedmerelystipulatingthatherpreferenceforalightingonherheadshallberespected,and,therefore,thattheelevationchosenshallbehighenoughtoenablehertoaccomplishthistohersatisfaction。ButIfindIhavewanderedfrommysubject;so,withoutfurtherargument,Iwillreiteratemyconvictionthatnotallbabiesarethingsofbeautyandjoysforever。
  “ARITHMETICUS。”Virginia,Nevada——“Iamanenthusiasticstudentofmathematics,anditissovexatioustometofindmyprogressconstantlyimpededbythesemysteriousarithmeticaltechnicalities。
  Nowdotellmewhatthedifferenceisbetweengeometryandconchology?”
  Hereyoucomeagainwithyourarithmeticalconundrums,whenIamsufferingdeathwithacoldinthehead。Ifyoucouldhaveseentheexpressionofscornthatdarkenedmycountenanceamomentago,andwasinstantlysplitfromthecenterineverydirectionlikeafracturedlooking-glassbymylastsneeze,youneverwouldhavewrittenthatdisgracefulquestion。Conchologyisasciencewhichhasnothingtodowithmathematics;itrelatesonlytoshells。Atthesametime,however,amanwhoopensoystersforahotel,orshellsafortifiedtown,orsuckseggs,isnot,strictlyspeaking,aconchologist-afinestrokeofsarcasmthat,butitwillbelostonsuchanunintellectualclamasyou。Nowcompareconchologyandgeometrytogether,andyouwillseewhatthedifferenceis,andyourquestionwillbeanswered。Butdon’ttorturemewithanymorearithmeticalhorrorsuntilyouknowIamridofmycold。I
  feelthebitterestanimositytowardyouatthismoment-botheringmeinthisway,whenIcandonothingbutsneezeandrageandsnortpocket-
  handkerchiefstoatoms。IfIhadyouinrangeofmynosenowIwouldblowyourbrainsout。
  TORAISEPOULTRY——
  [BeingaletterwrittentoaPoultrySocietythathadconferredacomplimentarymembershipupontheauthor。Writtenabout1870。]
  Seriously,fromearlyyouthIhavetakenanespecialinterestinthesubjectofpoultry-raising,andsothismembershiptouchesareadysympathyinmybreast。Evenasaschoolboy,poultry-raisingwasastudywithme,andImaysaywithoutegotismthatasearlyastheageofseventeenIwasacquaintedwithallthebestandspeediestmethodsofraisingchickens,fromraisingthemoffaroostbyburninglucifermatchesundertheirnoses,downtoliftingthemoffafenceonafrostynightbyinsinuatingtheendofawarmboardundertheirheels。BythetimeIwastwentyyearsold,IreallysupposeIhadraisedmorepoultrythananyoneindividualinallthesectionroundaboutthere。Theverychickenscametoknowmytalentbyandby。Theyouthofbothsexesceasedtopawtheearthforworms,andoldroostersthatcametocrow,“remainedtopray,“whenIpassedby。
  IhavehadsomuchexperienceintheraisingoffowlsthatIcannotbutthinkthatafewhintsfrommemightbeusefultothesociety。ThetwomethodsIhavealreadytoucheduponareverysimple,andareonlyusedintheraisingofthecommonestclassoffowls;oneisforsummer,theotherforwinter。Intheonecaseyoustartoutwithafriendalongabouteleveno’clock’on-asummer’snightnotlater,becauseinsomestates——
  especiallyinCaliforniaandOregon——chickensalwaysrouseupjustatmidnightandcrowfromtentothirtyminutes,accordingtotheeaseordifficultytheyexperienceingettingthepublicwakedup,andyourfriendcarrieswithhimasack。Arrivedatthehenroostyourneighbor’s,notyourown,youlightamatchandholditunderfirstoneandthenanotherpullet’snoseuntiltheyarewillingtogointothatbagwithoutmakinganytroubleaboutit。Youthenreturnhome,eithertakingthebagwithyouorleavingitbehind,accordingascircumstancesshalldictate。N。B——Ihaveseenthetimewhenitwaseligibleandappropriatetoleavethesackbehindandwalkoffwithconsiderablevelocity,withouteverleavinganywordwheretosendit。
  Inthecaseoftheothermethodmentionedforraisingpoultry,yourfriendtakesalongacoveredvesselwithacharcoalfireinit,andyoucarryalongslenderplank。Thisisafrostynight,understand。Arrivedatthetree,orfence,orotherhenroostyourownifyouareanidiot,youwarmtheendofyourplankinyourfriend’sfirevessel,andthenraiseitaloftandeaseitupgentlyagainstaslumberingchicken’sfoot。
  Ifthesubjectofyourattentionsisatruebird,hewillinfalliblyreturnthankswithasleepycluckortwo,andstepoutandtakeupquartersontheplank,thusbecomingsoconspicuouslyaccessorybeforethefacttohisownmurderastomakeitagravequestioninourmindsasitoncewasinthemindofBlackstone,whetherheisnotreallyanddeliberately,committingsuicideintheseconddegree。[Butyouenterintoacontemplationoftheselegalrefinementssubsequentlynotthen。]
  Whenyouwishtoraiseafine,large,donkeyvoicedShanghairooster,youdoitwithalasso,justasyouwouldabull。Itisbecausehemustchoked,andchokedeffectually,too。Itistheonlygood,certainway,forwheneverhementionsamatterwhichheiscordiallyinterestedin,thechancesareninety-nineinahundredthathesecuressomebodyelse’simmediateattentiontoittoo,whetheritdayornight。
  TheBlackSpanishisanexceedinglyfinebirdandacostlyone。Thirty-
  fivedollarsistheusualfigureandfiftyanotuncommonpriceforaspecimen。Evenitseggsareworthfromadollartoadollarandahalfapiece,andyetaresounwholesomethatthecityphysicianseldomorneverordersthemfortheworkhouse。StillIhaveonceortwiceprocuredashighasadozenatatimefornothing,inthedarkofthemoon。ThebestwaytoraisetheBlackSpanishfowlistogolateintheeveningandraisecoopandall。ThereasonIrecommendthismethodisthat,thebirdsbeingsovaluable,theownersdonotpermitthemtoroostaroundpromiscuously,theyputtheminacoopasstrongasafireproofsafeandkeepitinthekitchenatnight。ThemethodIspeakofisnotalwaysabrightandsatisfyingsuccess,andyettherearesomanylittlearticlesofvertuaboutakitchen,thatifyoufailonthecoopyoucangenerallybringawaysomethingelse。Ibroughtawayanicesteeltraponenight,worthninetycents。
  Butwhatistheuseinmypouringoutmywholeintellectonthissubject?
  IhaveshowntheWesternNewYorkPoultrySocietythattheyhavetakentotheirbosomapartywhoisnotaspringchickenbyanymeans,butamanwhoknowsallaboutpoultry,andisjustashighupinthemostefficientmethodsofraisingitasthepresidentoftheinstitutionhimself。
  Ithankthesegentlemenforthehonorarymembershiptheyhaveconferreduponme,andshallstandatalltimesreadyandwillingtotestifymygoodfeelingandmyofficialzealbydeedsaswellasbythishastilypennedadviceandinformation。Whenevertheyarereadytogotoraisingpoultry,letthemcallformeanyeveningaftereleveno’clock,EXPERIENCEOFTHEMcWILLIAMSESWITHMEMBRANOUSCROUP
  [AsrelatedtotheauthorofthisbookbyMr。McWilliams,apleasantNewYorkgentlemanwhomthesaidauthormetbychanceonajourney。]
  Well,togobacktowhereIwasbeforeIdigressedtoexplaintoyouhowthatfrightfulandincurabledisease,membranouscroup,[DiphtheriaD。W。]
  wasravagingthetownanddrivingallmothersmadwithterror,IcalledMrs。McWilliams’sattentiontolittlePenelope,andsaid:
  “Darling,Iwouldn’tletthatchildbechewingthatpinestickifIwereyou。”
  “Precious,whereistheharminit?”saidshe,butatthesametimepreparingtotakeawaythestickforwomencannotreceiveeventhemostpalpablyjudicioussuggestionwithoutarguingit,thatismarriedwomen。
  Ireplied:
  “Love,itisnotoriousthatpineistheleastnutritiouswoodthatachildcaneat。”
  Mywife’shandpaused,intheactoftakingthestick,andreturneditselftoherlap。Shebridledperceptibly,andsaid:
  “Hubby,youknowbetterthanthat。Youknowyoudo。Doctorsallsaythattheturpentineinpinewoodisgoodforweakbackandthekidneys。”
  “Ah——Iwasunderamisapprehension。Ididnotknowthatthechild’skidneysandspinewereaffected,andthatthefamilyphysicianhadrecommended——“
  “Whosaidthechild’sspineandkidneyswereaffected?”
  “Mylove,youintimatedit。”
  “Theidea!,Ineverintimatedanythingofthekind。”
  “Why,mydear,ithasn’tbeentwominutessinceyousaid——“
  “BotherwhatIsaid!,Idon’tcarewhatIdidsay。Thereisn’tanyharminthechild’schewingabitofpinestickifshewantsto,andyouknowitperfectlywell。Andsheshallchewit,too。Sothere,now!”
  “Saynomore,mydear。Inowseetheforceofyourreasoning,andIwillgoandordertwoorthreecordsofthebestpinewoodto-day。NochildofmineshallwantwhileI——“
  “Oh,pleasegoalongtoyourofficeandletmehavesomepeace。Abodycannevermakethesimplestremarkbutyoumusttakeitupandgotoarguingandarguingandarguingtillyoudon’tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout,andyouneverdo。”
  “Verywell,itshallbeasyousay。Butthereisawantoflogicinyourlastremarkwhich——“
  However,shewasgonewithaflourishbeforeIcouldfinish,andhadtakenthechildwithher。Thatnightatdinnersheconfrontedmewithafaceawhiteasasheet:
  “Oh,Mortimer,there’sanother!,LittleGeorgiGordonistaken。”
  “Membranouscroup?”
  “Membranouscroup。”
  “Isthereanyhopeforhim?”
  “Noneinthewideworld。Oh,whatistobecomeofus!”
  ByandbyanursebroughtinourPenelopetosaygoodnightandofferthecustomaryprayeratthemother’sknee。Inthemidstof“NowIlaymedowntosleep,“shegaveaslightcough!,Mywifefellbacklikeonestrickenwithdeath。Butthenextmomentshewasupandbrimmingwiththeactivitieswhichterrorinspires。
  Shecommandedthatthechild’scribberemovedfromthenurserytoourbedroom;andshewentalongtoseetheorderexecuted。Shetookmewithher,ofcourse。Wegotmattersarrangedwithspeed。Acot-bedwasputupinmywife’sdressingroomforthenurse。ButnowMrs。McWilliamssaidweweretoofarawayfromtheotherbaby,andwhatifheweretohavethesymptomsinthenight——andsheblanchedagain,poorthing。
  Wethenrestoredthecribandthenursetothenurseryandputupabedforourselvesinaroomadjoining。
  Presently,however,Mrs。McWilliamssaidsupposethebabyshouldcatchitfromPenelope?,Thisthoughtstruckanewpanictoherheart,andthetribeofuscouldnotgetthecriboutofthenurseryagainfastenoughtosatisfymywife,thoughsheassistedinherownpersonandwell-nighpulledthecribtopiecesinherfrantichurry。
  Wemoveddown-stairs;buttherewasnoplacetheretostowthenurse,andMrs。McWilliamssaidthenurse’sexperiencewouldbeaninestimablehelp。
  Sowereturned,bagandbaggage,toourownbedroomoncemore,andfeltagreatgladness,likestorm-buffetedbirdsthathavefoundtheirnestagain。
  Mrs。McWilliamsspedtothenurserytoseehowthingsweregoingonthere。Shewasbackinamomentwithanewdread。Shesaid:
  “WhatcanmakeBabysleepso?”
  Isaid:
  “Why,mydarling,Babyalwayssleepslikeagravenimage。”
  “Iknow。Iknow;butthere’ssomethingpeculiarabouthissleepnow。
  Heseemsto——to——heseemstobreathesoregularly。Oh,thisisdreadful。”
  “But,mydear,healwaysbreathesregularly。”
  “Oh,Iknowit,butthere’ssomethingfrightfulaboutitnow。Hisnurseistooyoungandinexperienced。Mariashallstaytherewithher,andbeonhandifanythinghappens。”
  “Thatisagoodidea,butwhowillhelpyou?”
  “YoucanhelpmeallIwant。Iwouldn’tallowanybodytodoanythingbutmyself,anyhow,atsuchatimeasthis。”
  IsaidIwouldfeelmeantolieabedandsleep,andleavehertowatchandtoiloverourlittlepatientallthewearynight。Butshereconciledmetoit。SooldMariadepartedandtookupherancientquartersinthenursery。
  Penelopecoughedtwiceinhersleep。
  “Oh,whydon’tthatdoctorcome!,Mortimer,thisroomistoowarm。Thisroomiscertainlytoowarm。Turnofftheregister-quick!”
  Ishutitoff,glancingatthethermometeratthesametime,andwonderingtomyselfif70wastoowarmforasickchild。
  Thecoachmanarrivedfromdown-townnowwiththenewsthatourphysicianwasillandconfinedtohisbed。Mrs。McWilliamsturnedadeadeyeuponme,andsaidinadeadvoice:
  “ThereisaProvidenceinit。Itisforeordained。Heneverwassickbefore。Never。Wehavenotbeenlivingasweoughttolive,Mortimer。
  TimeandtimeagainIhavetoldyouso。Nowyouseetheresult。Ourchildwillnevergetwell。Bethankfulifyoucanforgiveyourself;I
  nevercanforgivemyself。”
  Isaid,withoutintenttohurt,butwithheedlesschoiceofwords,thatI
  couldnotseethatwehadbeenlivingsuchanabandonedlife。
  “Mortimer!,DoyouwanttobringthejudgmentuponBaby,too!”
  Thenshebegantocry,butsuddenlyexclaimed:
  “Thedoctormusthavesentmedicines!”
  Isaid:
  “Certainly。Theyarehere。Iwasonlywaitingforyoutogivemeachance。”
  “Welldogivethemtome!,Don’tyouknowthateverymomentispreciousnow?,Butwhatwastheuseinsendingmedicines,whenheknowsthatthediseaseisincurable?”
  Isaidthatwhiletherewaslifetherewashope。