第2章 FIRST ROMANCE(2)

Yet this ancestor had good and noble instincts,and it is with pride that we call to mind the fact that he was the first white person who ever interested himself in the work of elevating and civilizing our Indians.

He built a commodious jail and put up a gallows,and to his dying day he claimed with satisfaction that he had had a more restraining and elevating influence on the Indians than any other reformer that ever,labored among them.At this point the chronicle becomes less frank and chatty,and closes abruptly by saying that the old voyager went to see his gallows perform on the first white man ever hanged in America,and while there received injuries which terminated in his death.

The great grandson of the "Reformer"flourished in sixteen hundred and something,and was known in our annals as,"the old Admiral,"though in history he had other titles.He was long in command of fleets of swift vessels,well armed and,manned,and did great service in hurrying up merchantmen.Vessels which he followed and kept his eagle eye on,always made good fair time across the ocean.But if a ship still loitered in spite of all he could do,his indignation would grow till he could contain himself no longer--and then he would take that ship home where he lived and,keep it there carefully,expecting the owners to come for it,but they never did.And he would try to get the idleness and sloth out of the sailors of that ship by compelling,them to take invigorating exercise and a bath.He called it "walking a plank."All the pupils liked it.At any rate,they never found any fault with it after trying it.When the owners were late coming for their ships,the Admiral always burned them,so that the insurance money should not be lost.At last this fine old tar was cut down in the fulness of his years and honors.

And to her dying day,his poor heart-broken widow believed that if he had been cut down fifteen minutes sooner he might have been resuscitated.

Charles Henry Twain lived during the latter part of the seventeenth century,and was a zealous and distinguished missionary.He converted sixteen thousand South Sea islanders,and taught them that a dog-tooth necklace and a pair of spectacles was not enough clothing to come to divine service in.His poor flock loved him very,very dearly;and when his funeral was over,they got up in a body (and came out of the restaurant)with tears in their eyes,and saying,one to another,that he was a good tender missionary,and they wished they had some more of him.

PAH-GO-TO-WAH-WAH-PUKKETEKEEWIS (Mighty-Hunter-with-a-Hog-Eye)TWAIN adorned the middle of the eighteenth century,and aided Gen.Braddock with all his heart to resist the oppressor Washington.It was this ancestor who fired seventeen times at our Washington from behind a tree.

So far the beautiful romantic narrative in the moral story-books is correct;but when that narrative goes on to say that at the seventeenth round the awe-stricken savage said solemnly that that man was being reserved by the Great Spirit for some mighty mission,and he dared not lift his sacrilegious rifle against him again,the narrative seriously impairs the integrity of history.What he did say was:

"It ain't no (hic !)no use.'At man's so drunk he can't stan'still long enough for a man to hit him.I (hic !)I can't 'ford to fool away any more am'nition on him!"

That was why he stopped at the seventeenth round,and it was,a good plain matter-of-fact reason,too,and one that easily commends itself to us by the eloquent,persuasive flavor of probability there is about it.

I always enjoyed the story-book narrative,but I felt a marring misgiving that every Indian at Braddock's Defeat who fired at a soldier a couple of times (two easily grows to seventeen in a century),and missed him,jumped to the conclusion that the Great Spirit was reserving that soldier for some grand mission;and so I somehow feared that the only reason why Washington's case is remembered and the others forgotten is,that in his the prophecy'came true,and in that of the others it didn't.There are not books enough on earth to contain the record of the prophecies Indians and other unauthorized parties have made;but one may carry in his overcoat pockets the record of all the prophecies that have been fulfilled.

I will remark here,in passing,that certain ancestors of mine are so thoroughly well known in history by their aliases,that I have not felt it to be worth while to dwell upon them,or even mention them in the order of their birth.Among these may be mentioned RICHARD BRINSLEY TWAIN,alias Guy Fawkes;JOHN WENTWORTH TWAIN,alias Sixteen-String Jack;

WILLIAM HOGARTH TWAIN,alias Jack Sheppard;ANANIAS TWAIN,alias Baron Munchausen ;JOHN GEORGE TWAIN,alias Capt.Kydd;and them there are George Francis Train,Tom Pepper,Nebuchadnezzar and Baalam's Ass--they all belong to our family,but to a branch of it somewhat distantly removed from the honorable direct line--in fact,a collateral branch,whose members chiefly differ from the ancient stock in that,in order to acquire the notoriety we have always yearned and hungered for,they have got into a low way of going to jail instead of getting hanged.

It is not well;when writing an autobiography,to follow your ancestry down too close to your own time--it is safest to speak only vaguely of your great-grandfather,and then skip from there to yourself,which I now do.

I was born without teeth--and there Richard III had the advantage of me;

but I was born without a humpback,likewise,and there I had the advantage of him.My parents were neither very poor nor conspicuously honest.

But now a thought occurs to me.My own history would really seem so tame contrasted with that of my ancestors,that it is simply wisdom to leave it unwritten until I am hanged.If some other biographies I have read had stopped with the ancestry until a like event occurred,it would have been a felicitous thing,for the reading public.How does it strike you?

AWFUL,TERRIBLE