New York,
Wednesday, August 24th, 1853.
My Dear Mother: you will doubtless be a little surprised, and somewhat angry when you receive this, and find me so far from home; but you must bear a little with me, for you know I was always the best boy you had, and perhaps you remember the people used to say to their children—“Now don’t do like [Orion and Henry Clemens but take Sam] for your guide!”1
Well, I was out of work in St. Louis, and [didn’t] fancy loafing in such a dry place, where there is no pleasure to be seen without paying well for it, and so I thought I might as well go to New York. I packed up my “duds” and left for this village, where I arrived, all right, this morning.
It took a day, by steamboat and cars, to go from St. Louis to Bloomington, Ill; another day by railroad, from there to Chicago, where I laid over all day Sunday; from Chicago to Monroe, in Michigan, by railroad, another day; from Monroe, across Lake Erie, in the fine Lake palace, “Southern Michigan,” to Buffalo, another day; from Buffalo to Albany, by railroad, another day; and from Albany to New York, by Hudson river steamboat, another day—an [awful] trip, taking five days, where it should have been only three.2 I shall wait a day or so for my insides to get settled, after the jolting they received, when I shall look out for a sit;3 for they say there is plenty of work to be had for sober compositors.4
The trip, however, was a very pleasant one. Rochester, famous on account of the “Spirit Rappings” was of course interesting;5 and when I saw the Court House in Syracuse, it called to mind the time when it was surrounded with chains and companies of soldiers, to prevent the rescue of McReynolds’ nigger, by the infernal abolitionists. I reckon I had better black my face, for in these Eastern States niggers are considerably better than white people.6
I saw a curiosity to-day, but I don’t know what to call it. Two beings, about like common people, with the exception of their faces, which are more like the “phiz”7 of an orang-outang, than human. They are white, though, like other people. lmagine a person about the size of [Harvel Jordan’s] oldest boy,8 with small lips and full breast, with a constant uneasy, fidgety motion, bright, intelligent eyes, that [seems] as if they would look through you, and you have these things. They were found in the island of Borneo (the only ones of the species ever discovered,) about twenty years ago. One of them is twenty three, and the other twenty five years of age. They possess amazing strength; the smallest one would shoulder three hundred pounds as easily as I would a plug of tobacco; they are supposed to be a cross between man and orang-outang; one is the best natured being in the world, while the other would tear a stranger to pieces, if he did but touch him; they wear their hair “Samson” fashion, down to their waists. They have no apple in their throats, whatever, and can therefore scarcely make a sound; no memory either; what transpires to-day, they have forgotten before to-morrow; they look like one mass of muscle, and can walk either on all fours or upright; when let alone, they will walk to and fro across the room, thirteen hours out of the twenty-four; not a day passes but they walk twenty-five or thirty miles, without resting thirty minutes; I watched them about an hour and they were “tramping” the whole time. The little one bent his arm with the elbow in front, and the hand pointing upward, and no two strapping six footers in the room could pull it out straight. Their faces and eyes are those of the beast, and when they fix their glittering orbs on you with a steady, unflinching gaze, you instinctively draw back a step, and a very unpleasant sensation steals through your veins. They are both males and brothers, and very small, though I do not know their exact hight.9 I have given you a very lengthy description of the animals, but I have nothing else to write about, and nothing from here would be interesting anyhow. The Crystal Palace is a beautiful building10—so is the Marble Palace.11 If I can find nothing better to write about, I will say something about these in my next.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Day 1: Friday, 19 August. 8:00 a.m., from St. Louis to Alton, Illinois, by the steamer
Cornelia; 11:00 a.m., from Alton to Springfield on the partly completed
Chicago and Mississippi Railroad; by Frink’s stage to Bloomington. Day 2: Saturday, 20 August. From Bloomington to Chicago via La Salle on the Illinois Central and the Chicago and
Rock Island railroads, arriving at 7:00 p.m.
Day 3: Sunday, 21 August. 9:00 p.m., after a twenty-six hour layover, from Chicago to
Toledo, and from Toledo to Monroe, Michigan, on the Michigan Central and the Northern Indiana and Michigan Southern railroads. Day 4: Monday, 22 August. 8:00 a.m., from Monroe across Lake Erie to Buffalo, New York,
by the steamer Southern Michigan. Day 5: Tuesday, 23 August. 7:00 a.m., from Buffalo to Albany via Rochester and Syracuse
on the New York “Lightning Express”; 7:00 p.m., en route via the Hudson River
to New York City on the steamer Isaac Newton. Day 6: Wednesday, 24 August. 5:00 a.m., arrives in New York City aboard the steamer Isaac Newton.
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L1, 3–9; Ridings, 183–84; Brashear 1934, 153–55. A partial facsimile of the first Journal printing appears in Brashear facing 154 (misdated 8, instead of 5, September 1853).
Provenance:This letter was unknown to Paine as late as 1917: “It is not believed that a single number of Orion
Clemens’s paper, the Hannibal Journal, exists to-day” (MTL, 1:20). In 1926, however, a file of the Journal kept by William T. League (to whom Orion had sold
the paper in September 1853) came to light and was given by the League family to the State Historical Society of Missouri (Armstrong, 485). This letter and the next one were republished shortly
thereafter.
Emendations and textual notes:
Orion . . . Sam • O. and H. C— | but take S. [Collation of the parts of Clemens’s 26–?28 Oct 53 letter to OC and HC that survive both in MS and in a Muscatine Journal printing (see below in the apparatus to that letter) shows the degree of freedom Orion assumed in revising his brother’s private letters for publication. In this letter, there can be little doubt that the names elided in the Hannibal Journal were given in full in Clemens’s MS, nor that ‘Orion’, ‘Henry’, and ‘Clemens’ were the MS forms of those names; neither of the brothers seems to have had a nickname. The form ‘Sam’ is almost as certain. Clemens was always referred to as ‘Sam’ in his family’s early letters, and he evidently thought of himself by that name, for he almost invariably signed himself ‘Sam’ in personal letters, using ‘Samℓ’ or ‘Saml.’ only for more formal communications.]
didn’t • did’nt
awful • awlul
Harvel Jordan’s • F.———J———’s [As at 3.7, the Journal disguised a name, but this time the compositor apparently misread the name when eliding it. Clemens’s ‘H’ and ‘F’ were sometimes similar in form, as the following examples, isolated from the MS of his 8 Oct 53 letter to his sister, illustrate:]
seems • [sic]
[closing and signature missing] • [Even though Clemens probably signed this letter ‘Sam’, the exact form of his closing and signature in what may well be his first letter to his mother cannot be reliably conjectured, especially since only one other original letter to her (p. 63) has survived for the eight years following this one.]