Elmira, Oct. 11, 1869.
To the California Pioneers.1
Gentlemen: Circumstances render it out of my power to take advantage of the invitation extended to me through Mr. Simonton, [& ]be present at your dinner in [New York].2 I regret this very much, for there are several among you whom I would have a right to join hands with on the score of old friendship,3 & I suppose I would have a sublime general right to shake hands with the rest of you on the score of kinship in Californian ups & downs in search of fortune. If I were to tell some of my experiences, you would recognize Californian blood in me, I fancy. The old, old story would sound familiar, no doubt. I have the usual stock of reminiscences. For instance: I went to Esmeralda early. I purchased largely in the “Wide West,” the “Winnemucca,” & other fine claims, & was very wealthy.4 I fared sumptuously on bread when flour was $200 a barrel, & had beans every Sunday when none but bloated aristocrats could afford such grandeur. But I finished by feeding batteries in a quartz-mill at $15 a week, & wishing I was a battery myself & had somebody to feed me.5 My claims in Esmeralda are there yet. I suppose I could be persuaded to sell. I went to the Humboldt District when it was new. I became largely interested in the “Alba Nueva,” & other claims with gorgeous names, & was rich again—in prospect. I owned a vast mining property there. I would not have sold out for less than $400,000, at that time—but I will now. Finally I walked home—some 200 miles—partly for exercise & partly because stage fares were expensive.6 Next I entered upon an affluent career in Virginia City, & by a judicious investment of labor & the capital of friends, became the owner of about all the worthless wildcat mines there were in that part of the country. Assessments did the business for me there. There were 117 assessments to one dividend, & the proportion of income to outlay was a little against me. My financial thermometer went down to 32 Farenheit, & the subscriber was frozen out. I took up extension[s] on the main lead—extensions that reached to British America in one direction & to the Isthmus of Panama in the other—& I verily believe I would have been a rich man if I had ever found those infernal extensions. But I did n’t. I ran tunnels till I tapped the Arctic Ocean, & I sunk shafts till I broke through the roof of perdition, but those extensions turned up missing every time. I am willing to sell all that property, & throw in the improvements. Perhaps you remember the celebrated “North Ophir?” I bought that mine. It was very rich in pure silver. You could take it out in lumps as large as a filbert. But when it was discovered that those lumps were melted half-dollars, & hardly melted at that, a painful case of “saltin” was apparent, & the undersigned adjourned to the poor-house again.7 I paid assessments on “Hale & Norcross” till they sold me out, & I had to take in washing for a living—& the next month that infamous stock went up to $7,000 a foot.8 I own millions & millions of feet of affluent silver leads in Nevada—in fact I own the entire undercrust of that country, nearly, & if Congress would move that State off my property so that I could get at it, I would be wealthy yet. But no, there she squats—& here am I. Failing health persuades me to sell. If you know of any one desiring a permanent investment, I can furnish him one that will have the virtue of being [eternal].
I have been through the Californian mill, with all its “dips, spurs, & angles, variations, & sinuosities.”9 I have worked there at all the different trades & professions known to the catalogue. I have been everything, from a newspaper editor10 down to cowcatcher on a locomotive, & I am encouraged to believe that if there had been a few more occupations to experiment on, I might have made a dazzling success at last, & found out what mysterious design Providence had in view in creating me.
But you perceive that although I am not a pioneer, I have had a sufficiently variegated time of it to enable me to talk pioneer like a native, & feel like a Forty-Niner. Therefore, I cordially welcome you to your old remembered homes & your long-deserted firesides, & close this screed with the sincere hope that your visit here will be a happy one, & unembittered by the sorrowful surprises that absence & lapse of years are wont to prepare for wanderers; surprises which come in the form of old friends missed from their places; silence where familiar voices should be; the young grown old; change & decay everywhere; home a delusion & a disappointment; strangers at the hearth-stone; sorrow where gladness was; tears for laughter; the melancholy pomp of death where the grace of life had been!
With all good wishes for the Returned Prodigals, & regrets that I cannot partake of a small piece of the fatted calf (rare & no gravy),11 I am, yours cordially,
Mark Twain.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
THE CALIFORNIA PIONEERS. These gentlemen, being an association of persons
who went to California with the first gold excitement, hold an
anniversary meeting on each 9th of September, and over their
champagne recount the stirring deeds of the “Early
days.” Apropos of the excursion party of a hundred of
them, which reached New York overland, a day or two ago, we drop in
this gently sarcastic paragraph from the Overland
Monthly: One can not but admire, on the whole, the heroic
manner in which the Society of California Pioneers grapple with the
Past, Present and Future of the State annually on the ninth day of
September. The prospect of yearly going over the same field of
retrospect—not in itself very wide or very
long—would, we think, deter any but really very
courageous or very self devoted men from the task. This year they
got through it very creditably, with the usual prophecy of a
brilliant future, and the usual bland indorsement of every thing and
every body connected with the State. Of course these anniversaries are stimulating to
patriotism and local pride; but we have yet to learn that California
patriotism and local pride require any stimulating, and are doubtful
whether a Society for the Suppression of Local Pride would not, on
the whole, be more truly beneficial to a State whose natives think
nothing of seriously asking strangers “if this is not the
most wonderful country on the globe?”—and who
write indignant and provincial letters to the newspapers when
lecturers do not flatter them. And we confess to indulging in a fond
and foolish dream of the future—based not so much upon
the Pioneers’ oration as upon the Pioneers’
projected excursion over the Pacific Railroad to their old Eastern
homes—when California Pioneers shall be able to see that
the world has not stood still, outside of California, for the last
twenty years; that there are cities as large as San Francisco much
more cleanly in aspect and tasteful in exterior; that there are
communities as young as ours in which there is a greater proportion
of public spirited and generous men, and public spirited and
generous works; that there are cities of half our wealth that,
boasting less and doing more, would be ashamed to keep their public
library for twelve months before the world in the attitude of
bankruptcy, and that there are countries less self-heralded for
their generosity and charity that would not dare to invite
immigration to their doors without a public hospital to take care of
their sick and suffering. (SLC 1869 [MT00837]) The two “gently
sarcastic” paragraphs, by Bret Harte, had appeared in the
Overland Monthly for October 1869 (Harte 1869, 383; Thomas, 1:114,
143–44).
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 370–374; see Copy-text and
“Mark Twain. His Greeting to the California Pioneers of
1849,” (Elmira Advertiser, 25 Oct 69, 3);
Mark Twain’s Letter to the California
Pioneers (Oakland, Calif.: DeWitt and Snelling, 1911); MTL, 1:163–65; Davis 1950.
Provenance:The MS may have been kept by the Society of California Pioneers, San
Francisco, but by 1983 it could not be found.
Emendations and textual notes:
& • and [also at 370.7, 9, 13 (twice), 15, 17 (twice), 20, 21, 24, 25, 26, 29, 30; 371.1, 2, 4, 6, 10 (twice), 12 (twice), 13, 14, 15, 17, 22 (twice), 23, 25, 27, 31, 32 (twice), 33, 34, 37; 372.1, 4, 5]
New York • New-York
eternal • external