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CHAPTER 36 An Encounter in the Dark
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CHAPTER 36
 An Encounter in the Dark

Londonemendation to a slave—was a sufficiently uninterestingrejected substantive textual note place. It was merely a great big village; and mainly mud and thatch. The strees were muddy, crooked, unpaved. The populace was an ever flocking and drifting swarm of rags, and splendors, ofalteration in the MS nodding plumes and shining armor. The king had a palace there; he saw the outside of it. It made him sigh; yes, and swear a little, in a poor juvenile sixth-centuryemendation way. We saw knights and grandees whom we knew, but they didn’t know us in our ragsalteration in the MS and dirt and raw welts and bruises, and wouldn’t have recognized us if we had hailed them, nor stopped to answer, either, it being unlawful to speak with slaves on a chain. Sandy passed within ten yards of me, on a mule—hunting for me, I imagined. But the thing which clean broke my heart was something which happened in [begin page 407] front of our old barrack in a square, whilealteration in the MS we were enduring the spectacle of a man being boiled to death in oilexplanatory note for counterfeiting pennies. It was the sight of a newsboy—and I couldn’t get at him!emendation alteration in the MS Still, I hadalteration in the MS one comfort; here was proof that Clarence was still alive and banging away. I meant to be with him before long; the thought was full of cheer.

I had one little glimpse of another thing, one day, which gave me a greatalteration in the MS uplift. It was a wire, stretching from housetop to housetop. Telegraph or telephone, sure. I did very much wish I had a little piece of it. It was just what I needed, in order to carry out my project of escape. My idea was, to get loose some night, along with the king, then gag and bind our master, change clothes with him, batter him into the aspect of a strangeremendation, hitch him to the slave-chain, assume possession of the property, march to Camelot, and—

“merely a great big village.”

Butemendation you getalteration in the MS my idea; you see what a stunning dramatic surprise I would wind up with, at the palace. It was all feasible, if I could only get hold of a slender piece of iron which I could shape into a lock-pick; I could then undo the lumbering padlocks with which our chains were fastened,alteration in the MS whenever I might chooseemendation. But I never had any luck; no such thing ever happened to fall in my way. However, my chance came at last. A gentleman who had come twice before to dicker for me, without result, or indeed any approach to a result, came again. I was far from expecting to everrejected substantive belong to him, for the price asked for me, from the time I was first enslaved, was exorbitant, andalteration in the MS always provoked either anger or derision, yet my master stuck stubbornly to it—twenty-two dollars. He wouldn’t bate a cent. The king was greatlyalteration in the MS admired, because of his grand physique, but his [begin page 408] kingly style was against him, and he wasn’t saleable; nobody wanted that kind of a slave. I considered myself safe from parting from him because of my extravagantalteration in the MS price. No, I was not expecting to ever belong to this gentleman whom I have spoken of, but he had somethingalteration in the MS which I expected would belong to me eventually, if he would but visit us often enough. It was a steel thing with a long pin to it, with which his long cloth outside garment was fastened together in front. There were three of them. He had disappointed me twice, because he did not come quite close enough to me to make my project entirely safe; but this time I succeeded; I captured the lower clasp of the three, and when healteration in the MS missed it he thought he had lost it on the way.

sandy rode by on a mule.

I hademendation a chance to be glad about a minute; then straightway a chance to be sad again. For when the purchase was about to fail, as usual, the master suddenly spoke up and said what would be worded thus—in modern English:

“I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’m tired supporting these two for no good. Give me twenty-two dollars for this one, and I’ll throw the other one in.”

The king couldn’t get his breath, he was in such a fury. He began to choke and gag, and meantime the master and the gentleman moved away, discussing.

“An ye will keep the offer open—”

“ ’Tis open till the morrow at this hour.”

“Then will I answer you at that time,” said the gentleman, and disappeared, the master following him.

I had a time of it to cool the king down, but I managed it. I whispered in his ear, to this effect:

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“Your grace will go for nothing, but after another fashion. And so shall I. To-night we shall both be free.”

“Ah! How is that?”

“With this thing which I have stolen, I will unlock these locks and cast off these chains to-night. When he comes, about nine-thirtyemendation, to inspect us for the night, we will seizeemendation him, gag him, batter him, and early in the morning we will march out of this town, proprietors of this caravan of slaves.”

That wasemendation as far as I went, but the king was charmed and satisfied. That evening we waited patientlyalteration in the MS for our fellow slaves to get to sleep and signify it by the usual sign, for you must not take many chances on those poor fellows if you can avoid it. It is best to keep your own secrets. No doubt they fidgeted only about as usual, but it didn’t seem so to me. It seemed to me that they were going to be forever getting down to their regular snoring. As the time dragged on I got nervously afraid we shouldn’t have enough of it left for our needs;alteration in the MS so I made several premature attempts, and merely delayed things by it; for I couldn’t seem to touch a padlock, there in the dark,alteration in the MS without starting a rattle out of it which interrupted somebody’s sleep and made him turn over and wake some more of the gang.

the newsboy.

But finally I did get my last iron off, and was a free man once more. I took a good breath of relief, and reached for the king’s irons. Too late! in comes the master, with a light in one hand and his heavy walking staff in the other.alteration in the MS I snuggled close among the wallow of snorers, to conceal as nearly as possible that I was naked of irons; and I kept a sharp lookout and prepared to spring for my man the moment he should bend over me.

But he didn’t approach. He stopped, gazed absently toward our dusky mass a minute, evidently thinking about something else; then [begin page 410] set down his light, moved musingly toward the door, and before a body could imagine what he was going to do, he was out of the door and had closed it behindalteration in the MS him.

“Quick!” said the king. “Fetch him back!”

Of course it was the thing to do, and I was up and out in a moment. But dear me, there were no lamps in those days, and it was a dark night. But I glimpsed a dim figure a few steps away. I darted for it, threw myself upon it, and then there was a state of things, and lively! We fought and scuffled and struggled, and drew a crowd in no time. They took an immense interest in the fight, and encouraged us all they could, and in fact couldn’t have been pleasanter or more cordial if it had been their own fight.alteration in the MS Then a tremendous row broke out behind us, and as much as half of our audience left us, with a rush, to invest some sympathy in that. Lanterns began to swing in all directions; it was the watch, gathering from far and near. Presently a halberd fell across my back, as a reminder, and I knew what it meant. I was in custody. So was my adversary. We were marched off toward prison, one on each side of the watchman. Here was disaster, here was a fine scheme gone to sudden destruction! I tried to imagine what would happen when the master should discover that it was I who had been fighting him; and what would happen if they jailed us together in the general apartment for brawlers and petty law-breakers as was the custom; and what might—

Just then my antagonist turned his face around in my direction, the freckled light from the watchman’s tin lantern fell on it, and by George, he was the wrong man!

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  London— (A)  ●  As we jogged along again, I presently resumed the project of building monuments to the historic harem of royal England, but the king’s interest was dead, his mind was far away, brooding over the annulment of that law which had just committed murder in his presence,1 I couldn’t get his attention. It was a pity, too; for I was immensely interested myself; interested in the facts of the case, as exhibiting such a curious side of our human nature—our ability to recognize the manifest hand of God in one thing, and our ridiculous inability to recognize the absence of it in another thing which flatly contradicts it. God appoints the poets; nobody has ever denied that, nobody ever will deny it. It is a manifest case of “by the grace of God.” But he deliberates and deliberates over it, never does it in a hurry, never applies snap judgment to it; inspects and examines ten million men, fifty million men, a thousand million men—brushes them all aside, they won’t answer. Goes on inspecting and examining, generation after generation, century after century, passing the multitudinous2 nations of the earth in ceaseless procession under his watching eye; finally says, “There is the man—Homer.” Begins again; examines, inspects, watches; cons myriads of men—brushes them into the grave; then other myriads, and still other myriads, and yet other myriads again—brushes them all into the grave; continues this, age after age, and age after age, and finally says, “There he is—Shakspeare.” Meantime, what has become of Homer’s progeny? Nobody knows. He didn’t appoint the whole family—only just Homer.3 But apparently when he wants to appoint a king, it takes only five minutes, and the work is done, for a hundred generations to come4: that one single5 able ruler’s scrofulous, fat-witted spawn, from the start clear down to the hundredth generation, is good enough material to trust the lives and happiness of myriads of people in, though it degenerate at last into mere pork,6 like George II7 and the great majority of the other English monarchs. The divine appointment of poets seems logical enough and rational enough, but the divine appointment of kings—well, the idea is humor gone to seed.8 Yes, I reckon we are fools—“by the grace of God.” It’s another case of divine appointment.  |  However, let that pass. London— (MS) 
  sixth-century (I-C)  ●  sixth century (MS) 
  him! (A)  ●  him! It wouldn’t have done me any good to get at him, of course, since it wouldn’t have done to let my master see that I carried money about me; and yet I did want to put my hand out and just feel the blessed feel of the paper; it would have done me a world of good. (MS) 
  into . . . stranger (A)  ●  till his mother wouldn’t know him (MS) 
  But (A)  ●  Well, (MS) 
  might choose (A)  ●  chose (MS) 
  I had (A)  ●  Well, I had (MS) 
  nine-thirty (A)  ●  nine (MS) 
  seize (A)  ●  sieze (MS) 
  That was (A)  ●  That is (MS) 
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  uninteresting (MS)  ●  interesting (A,E) 
  to ever (MS)  ●  ever to (A,E) 
Alterations in the Manuscript CHAPTER 36 An Encounter in the Dark
 splendors, of] ‘of’ written over ‘and’.
 rags] follows ‘filthy’ canceled in pencil.
 in front . . . while] interlined without a caret above canceled ‘in the jail yard—where we had our quarters for our better security—while’.
 him!] the MS reads ‘him! It wouldn’t have done me any good to get at him, of course, since it wouldn’t have done to let my master see that I carried money about me; and yet I did want to put my hand out and just feel the blessed feel of the paper; it would have done me a world of good.’; ‘want’ follows ‘just’ canceled in pencil; ‘just’ following ‘out and’ interlined in pencil; emended.
 I had] originally run-on; marked to begin a new paragraph with an interlined paragraph sign; ‘had’ written over wiped-out ‘saw’.
 great] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘mighty’.
 get] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘catch’.
 fastened,] the comma added in pencil.
 exorbitant, and] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘a staggering, and’.
 greatly] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘mightily’.
 extravagant] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘preposterous’.
 something] followed by canceled ‘with him’.
 when he] interlined above canceled ‘he never’.
 

patiently] followed by canceled ‘and long’.

 needs;] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘job;’.
 dark,] the comma added in pencil.
 in one . . . other.] interlined following a canceled period.
 behind] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘around’.
 their own fight.] interlined in pencil above canceled ‘gotten up for their particular entertainment, and no charges.’
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 uninteresting] In the manuscript, “un-” is at the end of a line and “interesting” at the beginning of the next. The typist skipped the prefix and produced a reading which is directly contrary to Mark Twain’s intention and which has been perpetuated ever since.
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 man being boiled to death in oil] In The Prince and the Pauper Tom Canty is told of the German law that provided this hideous punishment for counterfeiting; to prove that such things actually happened, Mark Twain annotated the passage with a quotation from the introduction to Trumbull’s True-Blue Laws. He planned similarly to ascribe this incident to Trumbull’s book in an appendix to A Connecticut Yankee ( N&J3 , p. 506), and noted his source in the manuscript as well (see the textual note at 264.35).