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  the cook; was in slavery more than forty years; and the self…
  satisfied wench; the last of the group; is the little baby's
  American nurse…maid。  In the middle distance my mother…in…law's
  coachman (up on errand) has taken a position unsolicited to help out
  the picture。  No; that is not true。  He was waiting there a minute
  or two before the photographer came。  In the extreme background;
  under the archway; you glimpse my study。
  The 〃new baby;〃 〃Bay;〃 as they came to call her; was another little
  daughter; born in June; a happy; healthy addition to the household。
  In a letter written to Twichell we get a sweet summer picture of this
  period; particularly of little sunny…haired; two…year…old Susy。
  There is nothing selfish about the Modoc。  She is fascinated with
  the new baby。  The Modoc rips and tears around outdoors most of the
  time; and consequently is as hard as a pineknot and as brown as an
  Indian。  She is bosom friend to all the chickens; ducks; turkeys;
  and guinea…hens on the place。  Yesterday; as she marched along the
  winding path that leads up the hill through the red…clover beds to
  the summer…house; there was a long procession of these fowls
  stringing contentedly after her; led by a stately rooster; who can
  look over the Modoc's head。  The devotion of these vassals has been
  purchased with daily largess of Indian meal; and so the Modoc;
  attended by her body…guard; moves in state wherever she goes。
  There were days; mainly Sundays; when he did not work at all; peaceful
  days of lying fallow; dreaming in shady places; drowsily watching little
  Susy; or reading with Mrs。 Clemens。  Howells's 〃Foregone Conclusion〃 was
  running in the Atlantic that year; and they delighted in it。  Clemens
  wrote the author:
  I should think that this must be the daintiest; truest; most
  admirable workmanship that was ever put on a story。  The creatures
  of God do not act out their natures more unerringly than yours do。
  If your genuine stories can die I wonder by what right old Walter
  Scott's artificialities shall continue to live。
  At other times he found comfort in the society of Theodore Crane。  These
  two were always fond of each other; and often read together the books in
  which they were mutually interested。  They had portable…hammock
  arrangements; which they placed side by side on the lawn; and read and
  discussed through summer afternoons。  The 'Mutineers of the Bounty' was
  one of the books they liked best; and there was a story of an Iceland
  farmer; a human document; that had an unfading interest。  Also there were
  certain articles in old numbers of the Atlantic that they read and
  reread。  'Pepys' Diary'; 'Two Years Before the Mast'; and a book on the
  Andes were reliable favorites。  Mark Twain read not so many books; but
  read a few books often。  Those named were among the literature he asked
  for each year of his return to Quarry Farm。  Without them; the farm and
  the summer would not be the same。
  Then there was 'Lecky's History of European Morals'; there were periods
  when they read Lecky avidly and discussed it in original and unorthodox
  ways。  Mark Twain found an echo of his own philosophies in Lecky。  He
  made frequent marginal notes along the pages of the world's moral
  historynotes not always quotable in the family circle。  Mainly;
  however; they were short; crisp interjections of assent or disapproval。
  In one place Lecky refers to those who have undertaken to prove that all
  our morality is a product of experience; holding that a desire to obtain
  happiness and to avoid pain is the only possible motive to action; the
  reason; and the only reason; why we should perform virtuous actions being
  〃that on the whole such a course will bring us the greatest amount of
  happiness。〃  Clemens has indorsed these philosophies by writing on the
  margin; 〃 Sound and true。〃  It was the philosophy which he himself would
  always hold (though; apparently; never live by); and in the end would
  embody a volume of his own。'What Is Man?  Privately printed in 1906。'
  In another place Lecky; himself speaking; says:
  Fortunately we are all dependent for many of our pleasures on
  others。  Co…operation and organization are essential to our
  happiness; and these are impossible without some restraint being
  placed upon our appetites。  Laws are made to secure this restraint;
  and being sustained by rewards; and punishments they make it the
  interest of the individual to regard that of the community。
  〃Correct!〃 comments Clemens。  〃He has proceeded from unreasoned
  selfishness to reasoned selfishness。  All our acts; reasoned and
  unreasoned; are selfish。〃  It was a conclusion he logically never
  departed from; not the happiest one; it would seem; at first glance; but
  one easier to deny than to disprove。
  On the back of an old envelope Mark Twain set down his literary
  declaration of this period。
  〃I like history; biography; travels; curious facts and strange
  happenings; and science。  And I detest novels; poetry; and theology。〃
  But of course the novels of Howells would be excepted; Lecky was not
  theology; but the history of it; his taste for poetry would develop
  later; though it would never become a fixed quantity; as was his devotion
  to history and science。  His interest in these amounted to a passion。
  XCV
  AN 〃ATLANTIC〃 STORY AND A PLAY
  The reference to 〃Auntie Cord〃 in the letter to Dr。 Brown brings us to
  Mark Twain's first contribution to the Atlantic Monthly。  Howells in his
  Recollections of his Atlantic editorship; after referring to certain
  Western contributors; says:
  Later came Mark Twain; originally of Missouri; but then
  provisionally of Hartford; and now ultimately of the solar system;
  not to say the universe。  He came first with 〃A True Story;〃 one of
  those noble pieces of humanity with which the South has atoned
  chiefly; if not solely; through him for all its despite to the
  negro。
  Clemens had long aspired to appear in the Atlantic; but such was his own
  rating of his literature that he hardly hoped to qualify for its pages。
  Twichell remembers his 〃mingled astonishment and triumph〃 when he was
  invited to send something to the magazine。
  He was obliged to 〃send something〃 once or twice before the acceptance of
  〃A True Story;〃 the narrative of Auntie Cord; and even this acceptance
  brought with it the return of a fable which had accompanied it; with the
  explanation that a fable like that would disqualify the magazine for
  every denominational reader; though Howells hastened to express his own
  joy in it; having been particularly touched by the author's reference to
  Sisyphus and Atlas as ancestors of the tumble…bug。  The 〃True Story;〃 he
  said; with its 〃realest king of black talk;〃 won him; and a few days
  later he wrote again: 〃This little story delights me more and more。  I
  wish you had about forty of 'em。〃
  And so; modestly enough; as became him; for the story was of the
  simplest; most unpretentious sort; Mark Twain entered into the school of
  the elect。
  In his letter to Howells; accompanying the MS。; the author said:
  I inclose also 〃A True Story;〃 which has no humor in it。  You can
  pay as lightly as you choose for that if you want it; for it is
  rather out of my line。  I have not altered the old colored woman's
  story; except to begin it at the beginning; instead of the middle;
  as she didand traveled both ways。
  Howells in his Recollections tells of the business anxiety in the
  Atlantic office in the effort to estimate the story's pecuniary value。
  Clemens and Harte had raised literary rates enormously; the latter was
  reputed to have received as much as five cents a word from affluent
  newspapers!  But the Atlantic was poor; and when sixty dollars was
  finally decided upon for the three pages (about two and a half cents a
  word) the rate was regarded as handsomewithout precedent in Atlantic
  history。  Howells adds that as much as forty times this amount was
  sometimes offered to Mark Twain in later years。  Even in '74 he had
  received a much higher rate than that offered by the Atlantic;but no
  acceptance; then; or later; ever made him happier; or seemed more richly
  rewarded。
  〃A True Story; Repeated Word for Word as I Heard It 〃 was precisely what
  it claimed to be。 'Atlantic Monthly for November; 1874; also included
  in Sketches New and Old。' Auntie Cord; the Auntie Rachel of that tale;
  cook at Quarry Farm; was a Virginia negress who had been twice sold as a
  slave; and was proud of the fact; particularly proud that she had brought
  1;000 on the block。  All her children had been sold away from her; but
  it was a long time ago; and now at sixty she was fat and seemingly
  without care。  She had told her story to Mrs。 Crane; who had more than
  once tried to persuade her to tell it to Clemens; but Auntie Cord was
  reluctant。  One evening; however; when the family sat on the front
  veranda in the moonlight; looking down on the picture city; as was their
  habit; Auntie Cord came around to say good night; and Clemens engaged her
  in conversation。  He led up to he