We send best regards.
MARK.
April found the Clemens family in Elmira.Mrs.Clemens was not over-strong, and the cares of house-building were many.They went early, therefore, remaining at the Langdon home in the city until Quarry Farm should feel a touch of warmer sun, Clemens wrote the news to Doctor Brown.
To Dr.John Brown, in Edinburgh:
ELMIRA, N.Y., April 27, '86.
DEAR DOCTOR,--This town is in the interior of the State of New York--and was my wife's birth-place.We are here to spend the whole summer.
Although it is so near summer, we had a great snow-storm yesterday, and one the day before.This is rather breaking in upon our plans, as it may keep us down here in the valley a trifle longer than we desired.It gets fearfully hot here in the summer, so we spend our summers on top of a hill 6 or 700 feet high, about two or three miles from here--it never gets hot up there.
Mrs.Clemens is pretty strong, and so is the "little wifie" barring a desperate cold in the head the child grows in grace and beauty marvellously.I wish the nations of the earth would combine in a baby show and give us a chance to compete.I must try to find one of her latest photographs to enclose in this.And this reminds me that Mrs.
Clemens keeps urging me to ask you for your photograph and last night she said, "and be sure to ask him for a photograph of his sister, and Jock-but say Master Jock--do not be headless and forget that courtesy; he is Jock in our memories and our talk, but he has a right to his title when a body uses his name in a letter." Now I have got it all in--I can't have made any mistake this time.Miss Clara Spaulding looked in, a moment, yesterday morning, as bright and good as ever.She would like to lay her love at your feet if she knew I was writing--as would also fifty friends of ours whom you have never seen, and whose homage is as fervent as if the cold and clouds and darkness of a mighty sea did not lie between their hearts and you.Poor old Rab had not many "friends" at first, but if all his friends of today could gather to his grave from the four corners of the earth what a procession there would be! And Rab's friends are your friends.
I am going to work when we get on the hill-till then I've got to lie fallow, albeit against my will.We join in love to you and yours.
Your friend ever, SAML.L.CLEMENS.
P.S.I enclose a specimen of villainy.A man pretends to be my brother and my lecture agent--gathers a great audience together in a city more than a thousand miles from here, and then pockets the money and elopes, leaving the audience to wait for the imaginary lecturer! I am after him with the law.
It was a historic summer at the Farm.A new baby arrived in June; a new study was built for Mark Twain by Mrs.Crane, on the hillside near the old quarry; a new book was begun in it--The Adventures of Tom Sawyer--and a play, the first that Mark Twain had really attempted, was completed--the dramatization of The Gilded Age.
An early word went to Hartford of conditions at the Farm.
To Rev.and Mrs.Twichell, in Hartford:
ELMIRA, June 11, 1874.
MY DEAR OLD JOE AND HARMONY,--The baby is here and is the great American Giantess--weighing 7 3/4 pounds.We had to wait a good long time for her, but she was full compensation when she did come.
The Modoc was delighted with it, and gave it her doll at once.There is nothing selfish about the Modoc.She is fascinated with the new baby.
The Modoc rips and tears around out doors, most of the time, and consequently is as hard as a pine knot and as brown as an Indian.She is bosom friend to all the ducks, chickens, turkeys and guinea hens on the place.Yesterday as she marched along the winding path that leads up the hill through the red clover beds to the summer-house, there was a long procession of these fowls stringing contentedly after her, led by a stately rooster who can look over the Modoc's head.The devotion of these vassals has been purchased with daily largess of Indian meal, and so the Modoc, attended by her bodyguard, moves in state wherever she goes.
Susie Crane has built the loveliest study for me, you ever saw.It is octagonal, with a peaked roof, each octagon filled with a spacious window, and it sits perched in complete isolation on top of an elevation that commands leagues of valley and city and retreating ranges of distant blue hills.It is a cosy nest, with just room in it for a sofa and a table and three or four chairs--and when the storms sweep down the remote valley and the lightning flashes above the hills beyond, and the rain beats upon the roof over my head, imagine the luxury of it! It stands 500 feet above the valley and 2 ?miles from it.
However one must not write all day.We send continents of love to you and yours.
Affectionately MARK.
We have mentioned before that Clemens had settled his mother and sister at Fredonia, New York, and when Mrs.Clemens was in condition to travel he concluded to pay them a visit.
It proved an unfortunate journey; the hot weather was hard on Mrs.
Clemens, and harder still, perhaps, on Mark Twain's temper.At any period of his life a bore exasperated him, and in these earlier days he was far more likely to explode than in his mellower age.Remorse always followed--the price he paid was always costly.We cannot know now who was the unfortunate that invited the storm, but in the next letter we get the echoes of it and realize something of its damage.
To Mrs.Jane Clemens and Mrs.Moffett, in Fredonia:
ELMIRA, Aug.15.
MX DEAR MOTHER AND SISTER,--I came away from Fredonia ashamed of myself;--almost too much humiliated to hold up my head and say good-bye.For Ibegan to comprehend how much harm my conduct might do you socially in your village.I would have gone to that detestable oyster-brained bore and apologized for my inexcusable rudeness to him, but that I was satisfied he was of too small a calibre to know how to receive an apology with magnanimity.
Pamela appalled me by saying people had hinted that they wished to visit Livy when she came, but that she had given them no encouragement.
