In my old home,
St Louis, Mo, Apl
11.
Dear Miss Alice1—
You remember I promised you, a long time ago in the Sandwich Islands, that I would asc be sure to get you a silver sword when I ascended Haleakala.2 I got it away down in the old crater, & used to try to think to send it to you, but always recollected it at some unseasonable hour.
[Packing] my trunk [to-night] (for I leave to-morrow for New York, &, I suppose, for Europe a month later,) I came across the old swords, & hasten to send them, begging at the same time that you will excuse my characteristic negligence. I had to send them—I wouldn’t consider the Island trip complete with so chivalrous a promise, so knightly a deed as the disarming of a crater many times larger than myself & the laying of his weapons at the feet of a lady, unaccomplished. How’s that? I think I’ll put that in my lecture.
Remember me kindly, & many, many times, to Mrs. Hyde,3 & believe me
Your Obliged serv’t
Upon many pleas
ant Occasions,
Sam. L. Clemens
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L2, 21–22.
Provenance:unknown.
Emendations and textual notes:
Packing • [‘P’ possibly mended from partly formed ‘B’ or ‘H’]
to-night • to-|night