Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1: 1835-1866 eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 325 pages of information about Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 1.

“I believe he is out of danger and will get well.  He is likely to be restless during the night; the groans and fretting of the others will disturb him.  If he cannot rest without it, tell the physician in charge to give him one-eighth of a grain of morphine.”

The boy did wake during the night, and was disturbed by the complaining of the other sufferers.  His brother told the young medical student in charge what the doctor had said about the morphine.  But morphine was a new drug then; the student hesitated, saying: 

“I have no way of measuring.  I don’t know how much an eighth of a grain would be.”

Henry grew rapidly worse—­more and more restless.  His brother was half beside himself with the torture of it.  He went to the medical student.

“If you have studied drugs,” he said, “you ought to be able to judge an eighth of a grain of morphine.”

The young man’s courage was over-swayed.  He yielded and ladled out in the old-fashioned way, on the point of a knife-blade, what he believed to be the right amount.  Henry immediately sank into a heavy sleep.  He died before morning.  His chance of life had been infinitesimal, and his death was not necessarily due to the drug, but Samuel Clemens, unsparing in his self-blame, all his days carried the burden of it.

He saw the boy taken to the dead room, then the long strain of grief, the days and nights without sleep, the ghastly realization of the end overcame him.  A citizen of Memphis took him away in a kind of daze and gave him a bed in his house, where he fell into a stupor of fatigue and surrender.  It was many hours before he woke; when he did, at last, he dressed and went to where Henry lay.  The coffin provided for the dead were of unpainted wood, but the youth and striking face of Henry Clemens had aroused a special interest.  The ladies of Memphis had made up a fund of sixty dollars and bought for him a metallic case.  Samuel Clemens entering, saw his brother lying exactly as he had seen him in his dream, lacking only the bouquet of white flowers with its crimson center—­a detail made complete while he stood there, for at that moment an elderly lady came in with a large white bouquet, and in the center of it was a single red rose.

Orion arrived from Tennessee, and the brothers took their sorrowful burden to St. Louis, subsequently to Hannibal, his old home.  The death of this lovely boy was a heavy sorrow to the community where he was known, for he had been a favorite with all.—­[For a fine characterization of Henry Clemens the reader is referred to a letter written by Orion Clemens to Miss Wood.  See Appendix A, at the end of the last volume.]

From Hannibal the family returned to Pamela’s home in St. Louis.  There one night Orion heard his brother moaning and grieving and walking the floor of his room.  By and by Sam came in to where Orion was.  He could endure it no longer, he said; he must, “tell somebody.”

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