第112章
- The Letters of Mark Twain Vol.1
- Mark Twain
- 4378字
- 2016-03-03 15:06:38
When we first came to this hotel, a couple of weeks ago, I pointed to a house across the river, and said I meant to rent the centre room on the 3d floor for a work-room.Jokingly we got to speaking of it as my office; and amused ourselves with watching "my people" daily in their small grounds and trying to make out what we could of their dress, &c., without a glass.Well, I loafed along there one day and found on that house the only sign of the kind on that side of the river: "Moblirte Wohnung zu Vermiethen!" I went in and rented that very room which I had long ago selected.There was only one other room in the whole double-house unrented.
(It occurs to me that I made a great mistake in not thinking to deliver a very bad German speech, every other sentence pieced out with English, at the Bayard Taylor banquet in New York.I think I could have made it one of the features of the occasion.)--[He used this plan at a gathering of the American students in Heidelberg, on July 4th, with great effect; so his idea was not wasted.]
We left Hartford before the end of March, and I have been idle ever since.I have waited for a call to go to work--I knew it would come.
Well, it began to come a week ago; my note-book comes out more and more frequently every day since; 3 days ago I concluded to move my manuscript over to my den.Now the call is loud and decided at last.So tomorrow Ishall begin regular, steady work, and stick to it till middle of July or 1st August, when I look for Twichell; we will then walk about Germany 2or 3 weeks, and then I'll go to work again--(perhaps in Munich.)We both send a power of love to the Howellses, and we do wish you were here.Are you in the new house? Tell us about it.
Yrs Ever MARK.
There has been no former mention in the letters of the coming of Twichell; yet this had been a part of the European plan.Mark Twain had invited his walking companion to make a tramp with him through Europe, as his guest.Material for the new book would grow faster with Twichell as a companion; and these two in spite of their widely opposed views concerning Providence and the general scheme of creation, were wholly congenial comrades.Twichell, in Hartford, expecting to receive the final summons to start, wrote: "Oh, my! do you realize, Mark, what a symposium it is to be? I do.To begin with, I am thoroughly tired, and the rest will be worth everything.
To walk with you and talk with you for weeks together--why, it's my dream of luxury."August 1st brought Twichell, and the friends set out without delay on a tramp through the Black Forest, making short excursions at first, but presently extending them in the direction of Switzerland.
Mrs.Clemens and the others remained in Heidelberg, to follow at their leisure.To Mrs.Clemens her husband sent frequent reports of their wanderings.It will be seen that their tramp did not confine itself to pedestrianism, though they did, in fact, walk a great deal, and Mark Twain in a note to his mother declared, "I loathe all travel, except on foot." The reports to Mrs.Clemens follow:
Letters to Mrs.Clemens, in Heidelberg:
ALLERHEILIGEN Aug.5, 1878 8:30 p.m.
Livy darling, we had a rattling good time to-day, but we came very near being left at Baden-Baden, for instead of waiting in the waiting-room, we sat down on the platform to wait where the trains come in from the other direction.We sat there full ten minutes--and then all of a sudden it occurred to me that that was not the right place.
On the train the principal of the big English school at Nauheim (of which Mr.Scheiding was a teacher,) introduced himself to me, and then he mapped out our day for us (for today and tomorrow) and also drew a map and gave us directions how to proceed through Switzerland.He had his entire school with him, taking them on a prodigious trip through Switzerland--tickets for the round trip ten dollars apiece.He has done this annually for 10 years.We took a post carriage from Aachen to Otterhofen for 7 marks--stopped at the "Pflug" to drink beer, and saw that pretty girl again at a distance.Her father, mother, and two brothers received me like an ancient customer and sat down and talked as long as I had any German left.The big room was full of red-vested farmers (the Gemeindrath of the district, with the Burgermeister at the head,) drinking beer and talking public business.They had held an election and chosen a new member and had been drinking beer at his expense for several hours.It was intensely Black-foresty.)There was an Australian there (a student from Stuttgart or somewhere,)and Joe told him who I was and he laid himself out to make our course plain, for us--so I am certain we can't get lost between here and Heidelberg.
We walked the carriage road till we came to that place where one sees the foot path on the other side of the ravine, then we crossed over and took that.For a good while we were in a dense forest and judged we were lost, but met a native women who said we were all right.We fooled along and got there at 6 p.m.--ate supper, then followed down the ravine to the foot of the falls, then struck into a blind path to see where it would go, and just about dark we fetched up at the Devil's Pulpit on top of the hills.Then home.And now to bed, pretty sleepy.Joe sends love and Isend a thousand times as much, my darling.
S.L.C.
HOTEL GENNIN.