Chicago, Dec. 16.1
My dear dear old darling, I went to bed considerably after midnight yesterday morning, got up again at 4 oclock & went down (breakfastless,) to the depot, & found, with unspeakable gladness that there stood a sleeping car which I might have been occupying all night—but as usual, nobody about the hotel or among the lecture committee knew anything certain about any [train. I] took a berth—the train left immediately, & of course I couldn’t go to sleep. We were due here at in two [hours—we] fooled along & got here in eleven hours—3 P.M. Ha Could get nothing to eat, all that time. Not a vehicle at the omnibu station, nor a man or a boy. Had to carry my two satchels half a mile, to Mr. Robert Law’s house, & it did seem to me they weighed a couple of tons apiece before I got through. I then ate a perfectly enormous dinner (a roast turkey & 8 gallons of Oolong tea—well it was “long” something—it was the longest tea that ever went down my throat—it was hours in passing a given point.2
Then Mr. Law & I immediately hopped into his buggy & for 2 steady hours we capered among the solemn ruins, on both sides of the river—a crisp, bitter day, but all days are alike to my seal-skin coat3—I can only tell it is cold by my nose & by seeing [ peo ] other people’s actions. There is literally no Chicago here. I recognize nothing here, that ever I saw before.
We sat up & talked till 10, & all went to bed. I worked till after midnight [ on my ] amending & altering my lecture, & then turned in & slept like a log—I don’t mean a brisk, fresh, green log, but an old dead, soggy, rotten one, that never turns over or gives a yelp. ‸All night long. Awoke 15 20 minutes ago—it is now 11 A. M., & there is a gentleman up yonder at the depot with a carriage ready to receive me as I step out of the cars for from Kalamazoo. I telegraphed him I would be in Chicago promptly at 11 oclock this morning, & I have kept my word—here I am. But I can easily explain to him that the reason he missed me was that I mean 11 oclock in a general way, & not any particular way, & that I don’t blame him,—particularly.‸ 4
It is
I shall now get [ & g ] up and go to Dr Jackson’s house & be his guest for 2 days.5 I feel perfectly splendid. One night’s rest always renews me, restores me, makes my life & vigor perfect. I wish I could see my darling this morning, & rest her head on my breast & make her forget this dismal lecture business & its long separations. But time moves along, honey! Not so very many days yet!
With a world of love
Saml.
Mrs. Samℓ. L. Clemens | Cor Forest & Hawthorne | Hartford | Conn [postmarked:] [chicago ill.] dec 19
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Clemens . . . was wearing a sealskin coat, with
the fur out, in the satisfaction of a caprice, or the love of strong
effect which he was apt to indulge through life. I do not know what
droll comment was in [James T.] Fields’s mind
with respect to this garment, but probably he felt that here was an
original who was not to be brought to any Bostonian book in the
judgment of his vivid qualities. With his crest of dense red hair,
and the wide sweep of his flaming mustache, Clemens was not
discordantly clothed in that sealskin coat, which afterward, in
spite of his own warmth in it, sent the cold chills through me when
I once accompanied it down Broadway, and shared the immense
publicity it won him. (Howells 1910, 4) The expression of gratitude that Howells remembered,
“which the mock modesty of print forbids my
repeating,” has been shown to have been made in 1872 about
Roughing It (Howells 1910, 3; RI 1993, 888 n. 270; L3, 382–83 n. 6).
a few of the journalists of the city were pleasantly
entertained at the residence of Dr. Jackson, a gentleman whom Twain
immortalized in “The Innocents Abroad.” During
this supplemental two hours, the guest of the evening was even more
quaintly humorous and interesting than during his public talk,
developing a strong placer of fun that will stand a great deal of
industrious mining before it begins to be exhausted.
(“Mark Twain Last Night,” Chicago Evening Post, 19 Dec 71, 4) And on 20 December, the Chicago Times reported that Mark Twain, swathed in a seal-skin overcoat and huge muffler, and
accompanied by Dr. Jackson and Mr. Steiner, looked in upon several
old and a few new acquaintances on yesterday. He leaves for the east
to-day. (“Personal Paragraphs,” 20 Dec 71,
2)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L4, 516–519; Wecter 1948, 84–85; LLMT, 169–70.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
train. I • train.—|I
hours—we • hours—w —we
peo • [‘o’ partly formed]
on my • [‘my’ conflated]
& g • [‘g’ partly formed]
chicago ill. • [chicao ill.] [badly inked]