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āMuch obliged if you will, Hattie. I was coming to borrow of the boys.ā He sat down at his ease on an old trunk, and said, āIāve been listening and got interested; and as I was saying, I wouldnāt go on, if I were you. You see where you are coming to, donāt you? Calling yourself a lady doesnāt elect you; that is what you were going to say; and you saw that if you said it you were going to run right up against another difference that you hadnāt thought of: to-wit, Whose right is it to do the electing? Over there, twenty thousand people in a million elect themselves gentlemen and ladies, and the nine hundred and eighty thousand accept that decree and swallow the affront which it puts upon them. Why, if they didnāt accept it, it wouldnāt be an election, it would be a dead letter and have no force at all. Over here the twenty thousand would-be exclusives come up to the polls and vote themselves to be ladies and gentlemen. But the thing doesnāt stop there. The nine hundred and eighty thousand come and vote themselves to be ladies and gentlemen too, and that elects the whole nation. Since the whole million vote themselves ladies and gentlemen, there is no question about that election. It does make absolute equality, and there is no fiction about it; while over yonder the inequality, (by decree of the infinitely feeble, and consent of the infinitely strong,) is also absoluteāas real and absolute as our equality.ā
Tracy had shrunk promptly into his English shell when this speech began, notwithstanding he had now been in severe training several weeks for contact and intercourse with the common herd on the common herdās terms; but he lost no time in pulling himself out again, and so by the time the speech was finished his valves were open once more, and he was forcing himself to accept without resentment the common herdās frank fashion of dropping sociably into other peopleās conversations unembarrassed and uninvited. The process was not very difficult this time, for the manās smile and voice and manner were persuasive and winning. Tracy would even have liked him on the spot, but for the factāfact which he was not really aware ofāthat the equality of men was not yet a reality to him, it was only a theory; the mind perceived, but the man failed to feel it. It was Hattieās ghost over again, merely turned around. Theoretically Barrow was his equal, but it was distinctly distasteful to see him exhibit it. He presently said:
āI hope in all sincerity that what you have said is true, as regards the Americans, for doubts have crept into my mind several times. It seemed that the equality must be ungenuine where the sign-names of castes were still in vogue; but those sign-names have certainly lost their offence and are wholly neutralized, nullified and harmless if they are the undisputed property of every individual in the nation. I think I realize that caste does not exist and cannot exist except by common consent of the masses outside of its limits. I thought caste created itself and perpetuated itself; but it seems quite true that it only creates itself, and is perpetuated by the people whom it despises, and who can dissolve it at any time by assuming its mere sign-names themselves.ā
āItās what I think. There isnāt any power on earth that can prevent Englandās thirty millions from electing themselves dukes and duchesses to-morrow and calling themselves so. And within six months all the former dukes and duchesses would have retired from the business. I wish theyād try that. Royalty itself couldnāt survive such a process. A handful of frowners against thirty million laughers in a state of irruption. Why, itās Herculaneum against Vesuvius; it would take another eighteen centuries to find that Herculaneum after the cataclysm. Whatās a Colonel in our South? Heās a nobody; because theyāre all colonels down there. No, Tracyā (shudder from Tracy) ānobody in England would call you a gentleman and you wouldnāt call yourself one; and I tell you itās a state of things that makes a man put himself into most unbecoming attitudes sometimesāthe broad and general recognition and acceptance of caste as caste does, I mean. Makes him do it unconsciouslyābeing bred in him, you see, and never thought over and reasoned out. You couldnāt conceive of the Matterhorn being flattered by the notice of one of your comely little English hills, could you?ā
āWhy, no.ā
āWell, then, let a man in his right mind try to conceive of Darwin feeling flattered by the notice of a princess. Itās so grotesque that itāwell, it paralyzes the imagination. Yet that Memnon was flattered by the notice of that statuette; he says soāsays so himself. The system that can make a god disown his godship and profane itāoh, well, itās all wrong, itās all wrong and ought to be abolished, I should say.ā
The mention of Darwin brought on a literary discussion, and this topic roused such enthusiasm in Barrow that he took off his coat and made himself the more free and comfortable for it, and detained him so long that he was still at it when the noisy proprietors of the room came shouting and skylarking in and began to romp, scuffle, wash, and otherwise entertain themselves. He lingered yet a little longer to offer the hospitalities of his room and his book shelf to Tracy and ask him a personal question or two:
āWhat is your trade?ā
āTheyāwell, they call me a cowboy, but that is a fancy. Iām not that. I havenāt any trade.ā
āWhat do you work at for your living?ā
Oh, anythingāI mean I would work at, anything I could get to do, but thus far I havenāt been able to find an occupation.ā
āMaybe I can help you; Iād like to try.ā
āI shall be very glad. Iāve tried, myself, to weariness.ā
āWell, of course where a man hasnāt a regular trade heās pretty bad off in this world. What you needed, I reckon, was less book learning and more bread-and-butter learning. I donāt know what your father could have been thinking of. You ought to have had a trade, you ought to have had a trade, by all means. But never mind about that; weāll stir up something to do, I guess. And donāt you get homesick; thatās a bad business. Weāll talk the thing over and look around a little. Youāll come out all right. Wait for meāIāll go down to supper with you.ā
By this time Tracy had achieved a very friendly feeling for Barrow and would have called him a friend, maybe, if not taken too suddenly on a straight-out requirement to realize on his theories. He was glad of his society, anyway, and was feeling lighter hearted than before. Also he was pretty curious to know what vocation it might be which had furnished Barrow such a large acquaintanceship with books and allowed him so much time to read.
CHAPTER XII.
Presently the supper bell began to ring in the depths of the house, and the sound proceeded steadily upward, growing in intensity all the way up towards the upper floors. The higher it came the more maddening was the noise, until at last what it lacked of being absolutely deafening, was made up of the sudden crash and clatter of an avalanche of boarders down the uncarpeted stairway. The peerage did not go to meals in this fashion; Tracyās training had not fitted him to enjoy this hilarious zoological clamor and enthusiasm. He had to confess that there was something about this extraordinary outpouring of animal spirits which he would have to get inured to before he could accept it. No doubt in time he would prefer it; but he wished the process might be modified and made just a little more gradual, and not quite so pronounced and violent. Barrow and Tracy followed the avalanche down through an ever increasing and ever more and more aggressive stench of bygone cabbage and kindred smells; smells which are to be found nowhere but in a cheap private boarding house; smells which once encountered can never be forgotten; smells which encountered generations later are instantly recognizable, but never recognizable with pleasure. To Tracy these odors were suffocating, horrible, almost unendurable; but he held his peace and said nothing. Arrived in the basement, they entered a large dining-room where thirty-five or forty people sat at a long table. They took their places. The feast had already begun and the conversation was going on in the liveliest way from one end of the table to the other. The table cloth was of very coarse material and was liberally spotted with coffee stains and grease. The knives and forks were iron, with bone handles, the spoons appeared to be iron or sheet iron or something of the sort. The tea and coffee cups were of the commonest and heaviest and most durable stone ware. All the furniture of the table was of the commonest and cheapest sort. There was a single large thick slice of bread by each boarderās plate, and it was observable that he economized it as if he were not expecting it to be duplicated. Dishes of butter were distributed along the table within reach of peopleās arms, if they had long ones, but there were no private butter plates. The butter was perhaps good enough, and was quiet and well behaved; but it had more bouquet than was necessary, though nobody commented upon that fact or seemed in any way disturbed by it. The main feature of the feast was a piping hot Irish stew made of the potatoes and meat left over from a procession of previous meals. Everybody was liberally supplied with this dish. On the table were a couple of great dishes of sliced ham, and there were some other eatables of minor importanceāpreserves and New Orleans molasses and such things. There was also plenty of tea and coffee of an infernal sort, with brown sugar and condensed milk, but the milk and sugar supply was not left at the discretion of the boarders, but was rationed out at headquartersāone spoonful of sugar and one of condensed milk to each cup and no more. The table was waited upon by two stalwart negro women who raced back and forth from the bases of supplies with splendid dash and clatter and energy. Their labors were supplemented after a fashion by the young girl Puss. She carried coffee and tea back and forth among the boarders, but she made pleasure excursions rather than business ones in this way, to speak strictly. She made jokes with various people. She chaffed the young men pleasantly and wittily, as she supposed, and as the rest also supposed, apparently, judging by the applause and laughter which she got by her efforts. Manifestly she was a favorite with most of the young fellows and sweetheart of the rest of them. Where she conferred notice she conferred happiness, as was seen by the face of the recipient; and; at the same time she conferred unhappinessāone could see it fall and dim the faces of the other young fellows like a shadow. She never āMisteredā these friends of hers, but called them āBilly,ā āTom,ā āJohn,ā and they called her āPussā or āHattie.ā
Mr. Marsh sat at the head of the table, his wife sat at the foot. Marsh was a man of sixty, and was an American; but if he had been born a month earlier he would have been a Spaniard. He was plenty good enough Spaniard as it was; his face was very dark, his hair very black, and
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