MARK TWAIN

ished—no—stripped of its power to oppress. Here on this
sunny Sunday morning I heard the happy laughter of
the only bird that does laugh by nature—the martin—
for the first time in more than a generation. He was my
favorite as a boy. Beautiful color—and is a kind of swal-
low. Man his friend; provides him with a house and
never harms him. In France they would hunt him.

Must write up the pretty story where the 16 Yale boys
got to treating the two Yale veterans and at 11:30 P.M.
found they had used up 14 quarts of champagne and
were aghast. What should they do to raise the money.

Steward: "That's all right; the two old gentlemen paid
for it while you passed by escorting them to their room
with a song of honor."

July 31. Drove with the Gibsons to the 49-foot fall
(Rainbow?) and the wonderful fountain which Lewis
and Clark, 1805, found to be blue and retained its blue
color for half a mile down the Missouri.

On the way a young cowboy, showing off, was tumbled
over the horse's head. The horse fell on him but fortu-
nately did not kill him.

Butte, Mont., Aug. i. Beautiful audience. Compact,
intellectual and dressed in perfect taste. It surprised me
to find this London-Parisian-New York audience out in
the mines. [He gives a list of the numbers read]:

Dead Man.

Christening.

Frog.

Old Ram.

Smallpox.

Watermelon.

Crusade.

Golden Arm.

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