Buf. Oct. 29.
Friend Bliss—
I got the poster & Sketch-Book. They are fine.1
Colonel Albert S. Evans’s trip through Mexico! Who made him a Colonel? A regular dead beat of the first water—or rather a literary fraud—an excessively A one-horse newspaper reporter, who has been trying all his life to make a joke & never has & never will succe‸ed‸ ss. A Colonel! He would run from a sheep. I know him like a book. You publishers are pretty hard up for books, Bliss, I am dreadfully afraid, when our friend the “Col.” must be called in to help. And don’t he hate me? I should think so. I used to trot him out in the papers lang syne.2
SLC
Say, now, Bliss, if I were a publisher, I would send you a book occasionally, but here I am suffering for the “Col’s” book, & for “Beyond the [Missippi]” & f for the “Indian Races,” & especially for the “Uncivilized Races,” & [you] never say “boo” about sending [them]. You must give me the “Uncivilized Races[”] & the “Col’s,” anyhow.3
Yrs
Mark.(over)
My wife has been sick abed for a week, but is much better now.4
Ys
Mark.
[letter docketed:] [and] Mark Twain | Oct 29/70
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 218–219; Sotheby 1993, lot 214.
Provenance:The present location of the MS is not known; sold in 1993 to an unidentified
purchaser.
Emendations and textual notes:
Missippi • [sic]
them • [‘em’ conflated]