Mark Twain's Letters — Volume 1 (1835-1866) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 172 pages of information about Mark Twain's Letters — Volume 1 (1835-1866).

Mark Twain's Letters — Volume 1 (1835-1866) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 172 pages of information about Mark Twain's Letters — Volume 1 (1835-1866).
come to think, a man can tell absolutely nothing about that without seeing both ledges themselves.  I tried to break a handsome chunk from a huge piece of my darling Monitor which we brought from the croppings yesterday, but it all splintered up, and I send you the scraps.  I call that “choice”—­any d—–­d fool would.  Don’t ask if it has been assayed, for it hasn’t.  It don’t need it.  It is amply able to speak for itself.  It is six feet wide on top, and traversed through and through with veins whose color proclaims their worth.  What the devil does a man want with any more feet when he owns in the Flyaway and the invincible bomb-proof Monitor?

If I had anything more to say I have forgotten what it was, unless, perhaps, that I want a sum of money—­anywhere from $20 to $150, as soon as possible.

Raish sends regards.  He or I, one will drop a line to the “Age”
occasionally.  I suppose you saw my letters in the “Enterprise.” 
                                   Yr.  Bro,
          
                                   Sam

P. S. I suppose Pamela never will regain her health, but she could improve it by coming to California—­provided the trip didn’t kill her.

You see Bixby is on the flag-ship.  He always was the best pilot on the Mississippi, and deserves his “posish.”  They have done a reckless thing, though, in putting Sam Bowen on the “Swan”—­for if a bomb-shell happens to come his way, he will infallibly jump overboard.

Send me another package of those envelopes, per Bagley’s coat pocket.

We see how anxious he was for his brother to make a good official showing.  If a niggardly Government refused to provide decent quarters—­no matter; the miners, with gold pouring in, would themselves pay for a suite “superbly carpeted,” and all kept in order by “two likely contrabands”—­that is to say, negroes.  Samuel Clemens in those days believed in expansion and impressive surroundings.  His brother, though also mining mad, was rather inclined to be penny wise in the matter of office luxury—­not a bad idea, as it turned out.

     Orion, by the way, was acquiring “feet” on his own account, and in
     one instance, at least, seems to have won his brother’s
     commendation.

     The ‘Enterprise’ letters mentioned we shall presently hear of again.

To Orion Clemens, in Carson City: 

Esmeralda, Sunday, May—­, 1862.  My Dear brother,—­Well, if you haven’t “struck it rich—­” that is, if the piece of rock you sent me came from a bona fide ledge—­and it looks as if it did.  If that is a ledge, and you own 200 feet in it, why, it’s a big thing—­and I have nothing more to say.  If you have actually made something by helping to pay somebody’s prospecting expenses it is a wonder of the first magnitude, and deserves to rank as such.

If that rock came from a well-defined ledge, that particular vein must be at least an inch wide, judging from this specimen, which is fully that thick.

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