had　in　preparation　a　work　showing　the　unity　of　all　languages。　　Goodman
  and　Clemens　agreed　that　Ruloff's　death　would　be　a　great　loss　to　mankind；
  even　though　he　was　clearly　a　villain　and　deserved　his　sentence。　　They
  decided　that　justice　would　be　served　just　as　well　if　some　stupid　person
  were　hung　in　his　place；　and　following　out　this　fancy　Clemens　one　morning
  put　aside　his　regular　work　and　wrote　an　article　to　the　Tribune；　offering
  to　supply　a　substitute　for　Ruloff。　　He　signed　it　simply　〃Samuel
  Langhorne；〃　and　it　was　published　as　a　serious　communication；　without
  comment；　so　far　as　the　Tribune　was　concerned。　　Other　papers；　however；
  took　it　up　and　it　was　widely　copied　and　commented　upon。　　Apparently　no
  one　ever　identified；　Mark　Twain　with　the　authorship　of　the　letter；　which；
  by　the　way；　does　not　appear　to　have　prolonged　Ruloff's　earthly
  usefulness。　　＇The　reader　will　find　the　Ruloff　letter　in　full　under
  Appendix　K；　at　the　end　of　last　volume。＇
  Life　at　the　farm　may　have　furnished　agricultural　inspiration；　for　Clemens
  wrote　something　about　Horace　Greeley's　farming；　also　a　skit　concerning
  Henry　Ward　Beecher's　efforts　in　that　direction。　　Of　Mr。　Beecher's　farming
  he　said：
  〃His　strawberries　would　be　a　comfortable　success　if　robins　would　eat
  turnips。〃
  The　article　amused　Beecher；　and　perhaps　Greeley　was　amused　too；　for　he
  wrote：
  MARK；　You　are　mistaken　as　to　my　criticisms　on　your　farming。　　I
  never　publicly　made　any；　while　you　have　undertaken　to　tell　the　exact
  cost　per　pint　of　my　potatoes　and　cabbages；　truly　enough　the
  inspiration　of　genius。　　If　you　will　really　betake　yourself　to
  farming；　or　even　to　telling　what　you　know　about　it；　rather　than　what
  you　don't　know　about　mine；　I　will　not　only　refrain　from　disparaging
  criticism；　but　will　give　you　my　blessing。
  Yours；　　　HORACE　GREELEY。
  The　letter　is　in　Mr。　Greeley's　characteristic　scrawl；　and　no　doubt
  furnished　inspiration　for　the　turnip　story　in　'Roughing　It'；　also　the
  model　for　the　pretended　facsimile　of　Greeley's　writing。
  Altogether　that　was　a　busy；　enterprising　summer　at　Quarry　Farm。　　By　the
  middle　of　May；　Clemens　wrote　to　Bliss　that　he　had　twelve　hundred
  manuscript　pages　of　the　new　book　already　written；　and　that　he　was　turning
  out　the　remainder　at　the　rate　of　from　thirty　to　sixty…five　per　day。　　He
  was　in　high　spirits　by　this　time。　　The　family　health　had　improved；　and
  prospects　were　bright。
  I　have　enough　manuscript　on　hand　now　to　make　（allowing　for　engravings）
  about　four　hundred　pages　of　the　book；　consequently　am　two…thirds　done。
  I　intended　to　run　up　to　Hartford　about　the　middle　of　the　week　and　take　it
  along；　but　I　find　myself　so　thoroughly　interested　in　my　work　now　（a　thing
  I　have　not　experienced　for　months）　that　I　can't　bear　to　lose　a　single
  moment　of　the　inspiration。　　So　I　will　stay　here　and　peg　away　as　long　as
  it　lasts。　　My　present　idea　is　to　write　as　much　more　as　I　have　already
  written；　and　then　collect　from　the　mass　the　very　best　chapters　and
  discard　the　rest。　　When　I　get　it　done　I　want　to　see　the　man　who　will
  begin　to　read　it　and　not　finish　it。　　Nothing　grieves　me　now；　nothing
  troubles　me；　nothing　bothers　me　or　gets　my　attention。　　I　don't　think　of
  anything　but　the　book；　and　don't　have　an　hour's　unhappiness　about
  anything；　and　don't　care　two　cents　whether　school　keeps　or　not。　　The　book
  will　be　done　soon　now。　　It　will　be　a　starchy　book；　the　dedication　will　be
  worth　the　price　of　the　volume。　　Thus：
  TO　THE　LATE　CAIN
  THIS　BOOK　IS　DEDICATED
  not　on　account　of　respect　for　his　memory；　for　it　merits　little
  respect；　not　on　account　of　sympathy　for　him；　for　his　bloody　deed
  places　him　without　the　pale　of　sympathy；　strictly　speaking；　but　out
  of　a　mere　humane　commiseration　for　him；　in　that　it　was　his
  misfortune　to　live　in　a　dark　age　that　knew　not　the　beneficent
  insanity　plea。
  Probably　Mrs。　Clemens　diverted　this　picturesque　dedication　in　favor　of
  the　Higbie　inscription；　or　perhaps　the　author　never　really　intended　the
  literary　tribute　to　Cain。　　The　impulse　that　inspired　it；　however；　was
  characteristic。
  In　a　postscript　to　this　letter　he　adds：
  My　stock　is　looking　up。　　I　am　getting　the　bulliest　offers　for　books
  and　almanacs；　am　flooded　with　lecture　invitations；　and　one
  periodical　offers　me　6；000　cash　for　twelve　articles　of　any　length；
  and　on　any　subject；　treated　humorously　or　otherwise。
  He　set　in　to　make　hay　while　the　sun　was　shining。　　In　addition　to　the
  California　book；　which　was　now　fast　nearing　completion；　he　discussed　a
  scheme　with　Goodman　for　a　six…hundred…page　work　which　they　were　to　do
  jointly；　he　planned　and　wrote　one　or　two　scenes　from　a　Western　play；　to
  be　built　from　episodes　in　the　new　book　（one　of　them　was　the　〃Arkansas〃
  incident；　related　in　Chapter　XXXI）；　he　perfected　one　of　his　several
  inventionsan　automatically　adjusting　vest…strap；　he　wrote　a　number　of
  sketches；　made　an　occasional　business　trip　to　New　York　and　Hartford；
  prospected　the　latter　place　for　a　new　home。　　The　shadow　which　had　hung
  over　the　sojourn　in　Buffalo　seemed　to　have　lifted。
  He　had　promised　Bliss　some　contributions　for　his　new　paper；　and　in　June
  he　sent　three　sketches。　　In　an　accompanying　letter　he　says：
  Here　are　three　articles　which　you　may　have　if　you　will　pay　125　for
  the　lot。　　If　you　don't　want　them　I'll　sell　them　to　the　Galaxy；　but
  not　for　a　cent　less　than　three　times　the　money。。。。　If　you　take　them
  pay　one…tenth　of　the　125　in　weekly　instalments　to　Orion　till　he　has
  received　it　all。
  He　reconsidered　his　resolution　not　to　lecture　again；　and　closed　with
  Redpath　for　the　coming　season。　　He　found　himself　in　a　lecture…writing
  fever。　　He　wrote　three　of　them　in　succession：　one　on　Artemus　Ward；
  another　on　〃Reminiscences　of　Some　Pleasant　Characters　I　Have　Met；〃　and　a
  third　one　based　on　chapters　from　the　new　book。　　Of　the　〃Reminiscence〃
  lecture　he　wrote　Redpath：
  〃It　covers　my　whole　acquaintance；　kings；　lunatics；　idiots；　and　all。〃
  Immediately　afterward　he　wrote　that　he　had　prepared　still　another
  lecture；　〃title　to　be　announced　later。〃
  〃During　July　I'll　decide　which　one　I　like　best；〃　he　said。　　He　instructed
  Redpath　not　to　make　engagements　for　him　to　lecture　in　churches。　　〃I　never
  made　a　success　of　a　lecture　in　a　church　yet。　　People　are　afraid　to　laugh
  in　a　church。〃
  Redpath　was　having　difficulties　in　arranging　a　circuit　to　suit　him。
  Clemens　had　prejudices　against　certain　towns　and　localities；　prejudices
  that　were　likely　to　change　overnight。　　In　August　he　wrote：
  DEAR　RED；I　am　different　from　other　women；　my　mind　changes　oftener。
  People　who　have　no　mind　can　easily　be　stead　fast　and　firm；　but　when
  a　man　is　loaded　down　to　the　guards　with　it；　as　I　am；　every　heavy　sea
  of　foreboding　or　inclination；　maybe　of　indolence；　shifts　the　cargo。
  See？　　Therefore；　if　you　will　notice；　one　week　I　am　likely　to　give
  rigid　instructions　to　confine　me　to　New　England；　the　next　week　send
  me　to　Arizona；　the　next　week　withdraw　my　name；　the　next　week　give
  you　full；　untrammeled　swing；　and　the　week　following　modify　it。　　You
  must　try　to　keep　the　run　of　my　mind；　Redpath　that　is　your　business；
  being　the　agent；　and　it　always　was　too　many　for　me。。。。　　Now　about
  the　West　this　week；　I　am　willing　that　you　shall　retain　all　the
  Western　engagements。　　But　what　I　shall　want　next　week　is　still　with
  God。
  Yours；　　　　MARK。
  He　was　in　Hartford　when　this　letter　was　written；　arranging　for　residence
  there　and　the　removal　of　his　belongings。　　He　finally　leased　the　fine
  Hooker　house　on　Ford　Street；　in　that　pleasant　seclusion　known　as　Nook
  Farmthe　literary　part　of　Hartford；　which　included　the　residence　of
  Charles　Dudley　Warner　and　Harriet　Beecher　Stowe。　　He　arranged　for
  possession　of　the　premises　October　1st。　　So　the　new　home　was　settled
  upon；　then　learning　that　Nasby　was　to　be　in　Boston；　he　ran　over　to　that
  city　for　a　few　days　of　recreation　after　his　season's　labors。
  Preparations　for　removal　to　Hartford　were　not　delayed。　　The　Buffalo
  property　was　disposed　of；　the　furnishings　were　packed　and　shipped　away。
  The　house　which　as　bride　and　groom　they　had　entered　so　happily　was　left
  empty　and　deserted；　never　to　be　entered　by　them　again。　　In　the　year　and　a
  half　of　their　occupancy　it　had　seen　well…nigh　all　the　human　round；　all
  that　goes　to　make　up　the　happiness　and　the　sorrow　of　life。
  LXXXIII
  LECTURING　DAYS
  Life　in　Hartford；　in　the　autumn　of　1871；　began　in　the　letter；　rather　than
  in　the　spirit。　　The　newcomers　were　received　with　a　wide；　neighborly
  welcome；　but　the　disorder　of　establishment　and　the　almost　immediate
  departure　of　the　head　of　the　household　on　a　protracted　lecturing　tour
  were　disquieting　things；　the　atmosphere　of　the　Clemens　home　during　those
  early　Hartford　days　gave　only　a　faint　promise　of　its　future　loveliness。
  As　in　a　far　later　period；　Mark　Twain　had　resorted　to　lecturing　to　pay　off
  debt。　　He　still　owed　a　portion　of　his　share　in　the　Express；　also　he　had
  been　obliged　to　obtain　an　advance　from　the　lecture　bureau。　　He　dr