The Boys' Life of Mark Twain eBook

Albert Bigelow Paine
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“I am not anxious to get up into a glass perch and be shot at by either side,” he said.  “I’ll go home and reflect.”

He went up the river as a passenger on a steamer named the “Uncle Sam.”  Zeb Leavenworth, formerly of the “John J. Roe,” was one of the pilots, and Clemens usually stood the watch with him.  At Memphis they barely escaped the blockade.  At Cairo they saw soldiers drilling—­troops later commanded by Grant.

The “Uncle Sam” came steaming up to St. Louis, glad to have slipped through safely.  They were not quite through, however.  Abreast of Jefferson Barracks they heard the boom of a cannon, and a great ring of smoke drifted in their direction.  They did not recognize it as a thunderous “Halt!” and kept on.  Less than a minute later, a shell exploded directly in front of the pilot-house, breaking a lot of glass and damaging the decoration.  Zeb Leavenworth tumbled into a corner.

“Gee-mighty, Sam!” he said.  “What do they mean by that?”

Clemens stepped from the visitors’ bench to the wheel and brought the boat around.

“I guess—­they want us—­to wait a minute—­Zeb,” he said.

They were examined and passed.  It was the last steamboat to make the trip through from New Orleans to St. Louis.  Mark Twain’s pilot days were over.  He would have grieved had he known this fact.

“I loved the profession far better than any I have followed since,” he long afterward declared, “and I took a measureless pride in it.”

At the time, like many others, he expected the war to be brief, and his life to be only temporarily interrupted.  Within a year, certainly, he would be back in the pilot-house.  Meantime the war must be settled; he would go up to Hannibal to see about it.



When he reached Hannibal, Samuel Clemens found a very mixed condition of affairs.  The country was in an uproar of war preparation; in a border State there was a confusion of sympathies, with much ignorance as to what it was all about.  Any number of young men were eager to enlist for a brief camping-out expedition, and small private companies were formed, composed about half-and-half of Union and Confederate men, as it turned out later.

Missouri, meantime, had allied herself with the South, and Samuel Clemens, on his arrival in Hannibal, decided that, like Lee, he would go with his State.  Old friends, who were getting up a company “to help Governor `Claib’ Jackson repel the invader,” offered him a lieutenancy if he would join.  It was not a big company; it had only about a dozen members, most of whom had been schoolmates, some of them fellow-pilots, and Sam Clemens was needed to make it complete.  It was just another Tom Sawyer band, and they met in a secret place above Bear Creek Hill and planned how they would sell their lives on the field of glory, just as years before fierce raids had been arranged on peach-orchards and melon-patches.  Secrecy was necessary, for the Union militia had a habit of coming over from Illinois and arresting suspicious armies on sight.  It would humiliate the finest army in the world to spend a night or two in the calaboose.

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