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59. “Mark Twain's” Letter
30 August 1863

This installment of Clemens' correspondence with the San Francisco Morning Call was actually written from the Steamboat Springs Hotel three days before the previous letter, but it was not published until ten days later, on 30 August 1863. It is a triumphant example of the kind of newspaper letter that Clemens learned to write: its artful opening, its personal, colloquial tone, its intrinsic narrative interest, and its casually controlled progression from topic to topic are all the work of a craftsman. Moreover, within the framework story of his efforts to cure his cold, Clemens told a tale (“A Rich Decision”) which was his first version of a story he afterward made famous in “The Facts in the Great Land-Slide Case” (no. 286), and then later in chapter 34 of Roughing It.1 It is difficult to think of this letter to the Call as newspaper reporting at all: it clearly anticipates the narrative and fictional techniques of Mark Twain's mature fiction.

“A Rich Decision” is certainly the high point of the letter: like most of Clemens' best stories it is based squarely on real events. The landslide—or, more accurately, the heavy wash—that covered Dick Sides's farm with detritus from the mountain slopes occurred in Washoe Valley, Nevada, sometime in late January 1862. The mock trial pitting the hapless United States attorney Benjamin B. Bunker against the former territorial governor Isaac Roop must have occurred in the first half of February 1862.

The institution of the mock trial was a thriving form of community entertainment in Nevada during the 1860s. According to Dan De Quille, Clemens himself was once the judge of such a trial in Virginia City. Dan described the episode, which probably occurred during the first six months [begin page 278] of 1864, in a reminiscence written for the Territorial Enterprise several years later. While Clemens and a fellow reporter were drinking beer across the street from the courtroom of Judge William H. Davenport, they were arrested by the city marshal, Jack Perry, for “high treason,” which the judge defined as “guzzling beer in plain sight of the Court, without inviting it over to take a glass.” A crowd gathered, and before the argument was over, Clemens ascended the bench himself, found Judge Davenport guilty of “malicious prosecution,” and imposed a fine of “beer for the crowd.” “Finding himself fairly caught,” said Dan, the judge “marched all hands over to the brewery, and treated everybody to the beer.”2 Moreover, on 29 November 1865, the Enterprise reported another mock trial in which Tom Peasley was the resplendently robed “judge” and Hal Clayton the counsel for the prisoner, a prominent journalist disguised as a woman of the town.3

Editorial Notes
1 “The Facts in the Great Land-Slide Case” appeared in the Buffalo Express on 2 April 1870, p. 2.
2 “A Treasonable Conspiracy,” undated clipping in carton 1, folder 145, William Wright Papers, Bancroft.
3 “Making Light of Justice in Virginia City,” reprinted from the Enterprise by the San Francisco Morning Call, 2 December 1865, p. 1. The events leading up to the mock landslide trial are fully documented in The Great Landslide Case, ed. Frederick Anderson and Edgar M. Branch (Berkeley: Friends of the Bancroft Library, University of California, 1972).
Textual Commentary

The first printing in the San Francisco Morning Call for 30 August 1863 (p. 1) is copy-text. Copy: PH of clipping from Yale. There are no textual notes.

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“Mark Twain's” Letter

Steamboat Springs Hotel, August 20,1863.

“MARK” GETS INVALIDED AND GOES TO TAHOE.

Editors Morning Call:—Some things are inevitable. If you tell a girl she is pretty, she will “let on” that she is offended; if seventeen men travel by stage-coach, they will grumble because they cannot all have outside seats; if you leave your room vacant all the forenoon to give the chambermaid a chance to put it in order, you will find that urbane but inflexible officer ready to begin her labors there at the exact moment of your return. These are patent—but I am able to add another to the list of inevitable things: if you get a week's leave of absence for a visit to Lake Biglerexplanatory note, or to Steamboat Springs, you will transcend the limits of your furlough. I speak from personal knowledge. I carried over to the lake a heavy cold, and acted so imprudently during a week, that it constantly grew heavier and heavier—until at last it came near outweighing me. Lake Bigler is a paradise to a healthy person, but there is too much sailing, and fishing, and other dissipation of a similar nature going on there to allow a man with a cold time to nurse it properly.

FROM THENCE TO STEAMBOAT SPRINGS.

I was exceedingly sorry to leave the place, but I knew if I staid there, and nothing interfered with my luck, I should die before my time—wherefore I journeyed back over the mountains last Monday, and have [begin page 280] since been an interesting invalid at Steamboat Springs. These are boiling hot, and emit steam enough to run all the mills in the Territory. Learned men say the water is heated by a combination of combustible chemicals—the unlearned say it is done by a combination of combustible devils. However, like Governor Roop, I consider that it is no business of mine to inquire into the means which the Creator has seen fit to make use of in the consummation of his will regarding this or any other portion of his handiwork.

A RICH DECISION.

And possibly it may be interesting to you to know how Governor Roop came to deliver himself of that burst of inspiration. Two years ago, during the season of avalanchesexplanatory note, Tom Rust's ranchexplanatory note slid down from the mountain side and pretty nearly covered up a ranch belonging to Dick Sidesexplanatory note. Some of the boys in Carson thought the circumstance offered a fair opportunity for playing a hoax on our former simple-minded Attorney-General, old Mr. Bunkerexplanatory note, and they got Sides to employ him to bring suit in a Referee's Court for the recovery of his ranch; which Mr. S. did, alleging that Rust now claimed the surface of the ground as his own, although he freely admitted that the ranch underneath it belonged to Sides, who, it grieved him to reflect, would probably never see his property again. Mr. Bunker was naturally stunned at so preposterous a proposition, and bade his client be of good cheerexplanatory note, and count without fear upon the restoration of his rights. The Court-room was crowded; Roopexplanatory note, as Judge Referee, presided with a grave dignity in keeping with his lofty position; the Sheriffexplanatory note guarded the sacred precincts of the Court from disturbance and indecorum with exaggerated vigilance. The witnessesemendation were examined, and all the evidence of any value went in favor of General Bunker's client. The General appeared, with eleven solemn law-books under his arm, and with the light of triumph beaming in his eye, and made a ponderous speech of two hours in length. The opposing counsel replied feebly, by design, and the case went to the Judge. All who heard Judge Roop's inspired decision, and noted the holy serenity of his countenance when he gave it, will cherish the memory of it while they continue to live in a world where meteors of joy flash only at intervals athwart a sky darkened with clouds of sorrow always. He said: “Gentlemen, I have listened with profound interest to the arguments of counsel in this important case, and while [begin page 281] I admit that the reasoning of the distinguished gentleman who appeared for the plaintiff was almost resistless, and that all the law and evidence adduced are in favor of his client, yet considerationsemendation of a far more sacred and exalted nature than these compel me to decide for the defendant, and to decree that the property remain in his possession. The Almighty created the earth and all that is in it, and who shallemendation presume to dictate to Him the disposition of His handiwork? If He saw that defendant's ranch was too high up the hill, and chose, in His infinite wisdom, to move it down to a more eligible location, albeit to the detriment of the plaintiff and his ranch, it is meet that we bow in humble submission to His will, without inquiring into His motives or questioning His authority. My verdict, therefore, is, gentlemen, that the plaintiff, Sides, has lost his ranch by the dispensation of God!” The monstrous verdict paralyzed Mr. Bunker where he stood. The crowd of spectatorsemendation, defying the Sheriffsemendation, shook the house with laughter. But after the Court adjourned, poor Bunker, oblivious of the joke, hunted up Governor Roop, and asked toemendation appeal the case. The great Judge frowned upon him, with severe dignity, for a moment, and then replied solemnly, that there was no appeal from the decision of the Lord! Cursing Roop's imbecility, the General told me afterwards that the only recourse ever offered his client was the privilege, if the defendantemendation would give his consent, of either removing Rust's ranch, or digging his own out from under it! That hoax finally drove Mr. Bunker back to New Hampshireexplanatory note, and lost to us the densest intellect the President ever conferred upon the Territory.

THE HOTEL AND ITS OCCUPANTS.

But I digress. Being in the vicinity of Dickemendation Sides' ranch, overcame me with the memories of other days. As I was saying, these Springs are situated in Steamboat Valley, something over twenty miles from Carson, and about half that distance from Gold Hill and Virginia, and are visited daily by stage-coaches from those places. There is a hospital, kept by Dr. Ellisemendation, the proprietor of the Springs, which is neat, roomy and well-ventilated. The Steamboat Springs Hotel, kept by Mr. Stowe and Mr. Holmes, formerly of Sacramento, is capable of accommodating a great many guests, and has constantly a large number within its walls; the table is not as good as that at the Occidental, but the sleeping apartments are unexceptionable. In the bath houses near the hospital, twelve persons may bathe at once, or four times that [begin page 282] number if they be individuals who like company. There are about thirty-five patients, suffering under all kinds and degrees of affliction, in the hospital at present; there are also several at the hotel. Some walk with canes, some with crutches, some limp about without artificial assistance, and some do not pretend to walk at all, and look dejected and baggy; they mope about languidly and slowly; there is no eagerness in their eyes, and in their faces only sad indifference; the features of some are marred by old sores, and—but if it is all the same to you, I will speak of pleasanter things. The steam baths here restore to health, or at least afford relief, to all classesemendation of patients but consumptives. These must seek assistance elsewhere. Erysipelas, rheumatism, and most other human distempers, have been successfully treated here for three years. Scarcely a case has been lost; the majority are sent home entirely cured, and none go away without having derived some benefit.

THE EFFECT OF A BATH.

The boiling, steaming Springs send their jets of white vapor up out of fissures in the earth, extending in an irregular semi-circle for more than a mile; the water has a sulphurous smell, and a crust, composed of sulphur and other villanous drugs, is deposited by it in the beds of the little streams that flow from the Springs. The Indians (who don't mind an offensive smell, you know,) boil their meat, when they have any, poor devils! in this sickening water. When you are shut up in the little dark bath rooms, with a dense cloud of scalding steam rising up around you and compelling you to schottische whether you want to or not, you are obliged to keep your mouth open or smother, and this enables you to taste copper, and sulphur, and ipecac, and turpentine, and blood, hair and corruption—not to mention the multitude of other ghastly tastes in the steam which you cannot recollect the names of. And when you come out, and before you get to the cold shower-bath, you notice that you smell like a buzzard's breath, and are disgusted with your own company; but after your clothes are on again, you feel as brisk and vigorous as an acrobat, and your disrespect for the fragrant bath lingers with you no longer.

HAS A QUARREL WITH “JOHN HALIFAX.”explanatory note

Hark! methinks that sound—ah, no, it cannot be—and yet, it is! it is! Now, all those exclamations are original with me, but they were [begin page 283] superinduced by reading that high-flown batch of contradictions and inconsistencies, “John Halifax, Gentleman.” The “sound” referred to was simply a call to our regular “hash,” and I only wanted to see how such silly language would fit so sensible a subject, under the circumstances; though, I cannot stop now to discuss it.

Mark Twain.

Editorial Emendations “Mark Twain's” Letter
  witnesses (I-C)  ●  wi[t]nesses
  considerations (I-C)  ●  consider[a]tions
  shall (I-C)  ●  shal[l]
  spectators (I-C)  ●  spec[t]ators
  Sheriffs (I-C)  ●  Sheriff[s]
  to (I-C)  ●  [ ]o
  defendant (I-C)  ●  defendent
  Dick (I-C)  ●  Dic[k]
  Ellis (I-C)  ●  El[l]is
  classes (I-C)  ●  clases
Explanatory Notes “Mark Twain's” Letter
 Lake Bigler] See “Bigler vs. Tahoe” (no. 61).
 season of avalanches] Washoe Valley, northwest of Carson City, was subject to both avalanches (as attested by the scars on Slide Mountain) and heavy washes from the mountain slopes to the west. Devastating floods during the winter of 1861–1862 caused landslides of both kinds in many areas of California and Nevada (see, for example, “The Great California Flood,” San Francisco Evening Bulletin, 30 January 1862, p. 2, and “Sublimity of Land Slides on the Sierra Nevada,” ibid., 4 February 1865, p. 2). Dick Sides's farm was on the arable land of Washoe Valley, part of which was covered by a wash of sand and gravel in January 1862 (“Nevada Territory,” San Francisco Alta California, 4 February 1862, p. 1).
 Tom Rust's ranch] No mention of Rust has been found in the memoirs of early Nevada settlers, in land records, or in printed sources. Nevertheless, Clemens' repetition of the name in his 1865 notebook supports the conjecture that someone named Rust was in fact the defendant in the trial (see N&J1 , p. 79).
 Dick Sides] Richard D. (Ole Dick) Sides of North Carolina was one of the earliest pioneers of western Carson County, Utah Territory, having purchased land there in the middle 1850s. He became a leading citizen of Franktown, in Washoe Valley, where he farmed and for a time operated a sawmill. He was elected treasurer of Carson County in 1855. With Isaac Roop and others he tried to organize a new territory from portions of Utah, California, and New Mexico during the late 1850s. He was a member of the R. D. Sides Company, whose early claim on the Comstock Lode eventually became part of the Consolidated Virginia mine. An ardent Unionist and a large, vigorous man of violent temper, he was known throughout the region (Angel, History, pp. 37–38, 40–43, 49; Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, 10 January 1863, p. 1, PH in MTP; Lord, Comstock Mining, p. 48; Ratay, Pioneers, pp. 149–153).
 

Mr. Bunker] Benjamin B. Bunker of New Hampshire was appointed United States attorney for Nevada Territory on 27 March 1861, and he returned to the East on 1 May 1862. While in Nevada, he was senior partner in the Carson City law firm of Bunker, Corson, and White (Carson City Silver Age, 20 July 1861, p. 2; Angel, History, pp. 77, 679). He and Clemens were well acquainted, and a number of Bunker's activities are recorded in Clemens' letters of the period. In 1865 at age fifty Bunker enlisted briefly in the Union army. Apparently he spent most of the rest of his long life practicing law in New Hampshire.

Bunker related two apocryphal tales, “Mark Twain's First Story” and “Mark Twain's Reckless Gambling,” in an unpublished 1900 interview. Clemens wrote to Arthur Lumley on 16 October 1900: “Gen. Bunker means well, & so I'll not criticise his history, though I give you my word there isn't a single molecule of truth in it anywhere” (Berg). A letter of 2 August 1906 from Julia A. Bunker to Arthur Lumley reveals that Bunker, ninety-one, was still alive but paralyzed and “mixed up in his mind” (Berg).

 be of good cheer] Compare Matt. 14:27.
 Roop] Isaac Roop of Maryland came to Shasta, California, in 1850. In 1853 he became the first settler in the Honey Lake Valley region of northeastern California, where he founded the town of Susanville. He took a leading part in the attempts to form a territorial government in 1857 and 1859, and he was elected governor of the provisional territory the latter year. In 1861 he was a member of the council of the first Territorial Legislature of Nevada. Later he served on a commission to negotiate Nevada's western boundary with California. Before his death in 1869 he was twice elected district attorney for Lassen County, California. Roop, who was known for his sense of humor, was present in Carson City at the conjectured time of the mock trial, early February 1862 (Angel, History, pp. 42–43, 563; Mack, History, pp. 181, 395, 398; James Thomas Butler, “Isaac Roop, Pioneer and Political Leader of Northeastern California” [M.A. thesis, University of California, Berkeley, 1958], pp. 6, 23, 52–68, 79–91, 111, 113, 115).
 Sheriff] Possibly William L. Marley, appointed Ormsby County sheriff late in 1861 (Angel, History, p. 530).
 drove Mr. Bunker back to New Hampshire] Bunker may have gone East to help his family move to Nevada. The illness of his wife and daughter, however, seemingly prevented his return to Nevada up to the time in mid-1863 when President Lincoln removed him from office (Abraham Lincoln, The Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, ed. Roy P. Basler, 9 vols. [New Brunswick, N.J.: Rutgers University Press, 1953–1955], 6:255).
 “JOHN HALIFAX.”] A novel by the prolific Dinah Maria Mulock (later Mrs. George L. Craik), published in 1857. The style of this “high-flown batch of contradictions and inconsistencies” gives point to the opening sentence in Clemens' final paragraph: it is excessively staccato, repetitive, and exclamatory. The dialogue is stilted and includes numerous words from “the Friends' mode of phraseology” in the speech of such characters as Phineas Fletcher, as well as a host of expletives like “Verily!” “Courage!” “Bravo!” “Alas!” and “Hush!” Lady Caroline Brithwood offers some typical dialogue when she learns that her lover has left her: “Gone away! the only living soul that loves me. Gone away! I must follow him—quick—quick” (John Halifax, Gentleman [New York: Thomas Y. Crowell, 1897], pp. 30, 298).