25 October 1861 • Carson City, Nev. Terr.
(MS: NPV, UCCL 00030)
Carson City, Oct. 25, 1861.
My Dear Sister:
I have just finished reading your letter and
Ma’s, of Sept. 8th. How in the world
could they have been so long coming? You ask if I have forgotten my promise to
lay a claim for Mr. Moffett? By no means. I have already laid a timber claim on
the borders of a Lake (Bigler) which throws Como in the shade—and if
we succeed in getting one Mr. Jones to move his saw-mill up there, Mr. Moffett
can just consider that claim better than bank stock. Jones says he will move his
mill up next Spring.1 In that claim I took up about two miles in length by one in
width—and the names in it are as follows: “Sam. L.
Clemens, Wm. A. Moffett, Thos. Nye” and
[
two o three ] others. It is situated on “Sam Clemens’
Bay”—so named by Capt. Nye2—and it goes by that name among the inhabitants of that
[region. I ] had better stop about “the Lake,”
though—for whenever I think of it I want to go there and die, the place is so beautiful. I’ll build a
country seat there one of these days that will make the Devil’s mouth
water if he [
v
] ever visits the earth. Jim Lampton will never know whether I laid a claim
there for him or not until he comes here himself.3 We have now got about 1,650 feet of mining ground—and if it
proves good, Mr. Moffett’s name will go
in—if not, I can get “feet” for him in the
Spring which will be good. You see, Pamela, the trouble
does not consist in getting mining ground—for that is plenty
enough—but the money to work it with after you get it is the
mischief. When I was in Esmeralda, a young fellow gave me fifty feet in the
“Black Warrior”—an unprospected claim.4 The other day he wrote me that he had gone down eight [
m
]feet on the ledge, and found it eight feet thick—and pretty
good rock, too. He said he could take out rock now if
there were a mill to crush it—but the mills are all engaged (there
are only four of them[
.
],) so, if I were willing, he would suspend work until Spring. I wrote him
to let it alone at present—because, you see, in the Spring I can go
down myself and help him look after it. There will then be twenty mills there.
Orion and I have confidence enough in this country to think that if the war will
let us alone we can make Mr. Moffett rich without its ever costing him a cent of
money or a particle of trouble. We shall lay plenty of claims for him, but if
they never pay him anything, they will never cost him anything. Neither Orion or I are financiers.
Therefore, you must persuade Uncle Jim to come out here
and help us in that line. I have written to him twice to come. I wrote him
to-day. In both letters I told him not to let you or Ma know that we dealt in
such romantic nonsense as “brilliant prospects,” because I
always did hate for any one to know what my plans or
hopes or prospects were—for, if I kept people in ignorance in these
matters, no one could be disappointed but myself, if they were never realized.
You know I never told you that I went on the river under a promise to pay Bixby
$500 until I had paid the money and cleared my skirts of the
possibility of having my judgment criticised.5 I would not say anything about our prospects now, if [
I
] we were nearer home. But I suppose at this distance you are more anxious
than
you
would be if you saw us every [
money
] month—and therefore it is hardly fair to keep you in the dark.
However, keep these matters to yourselves, and then if we fail, we’ll
keep the laugh in the family.
What we want now, if
is
something that will commence paying immediately. We have got a
chance to get into a claim where they say a tunnel has been run 150 feet, and
the ledge struck. I got a horse yesterday, and went out with the Attorney
General and the claim-owner—and we tried to go to the claim by a new
route, and got lost in the mountains—sunset overtook us before we
found the claim,—my horse got too lame to carry me, and I got down
and drove him ahead of me till within four miles of town—then we sent
Rice on ahead.6 Bunker, (whose horse was in good condition,) undertook to lead mine, and
I followed after him. Darkness shut him out from my view in less than a minute,
and within the next minute I lost the road and got to wandering in the sage
brush. I would find the road occasionally, and then [
loose
] lose it again in a minute or so. I got to Carson about nine
o’clock, at night, but not by the road I traveled when I left it. The
General says my horse did very well for awhile, but soon refused to lead. Then
he dismounted, and had a jolly time driving both horses ahead of him and chasing
them here and there through the sage brush (it does my soul good when I think of it,) until he got to town, when both animals
deserted him, and he cursed them handsomely and came home alone. Of course the
horses went to their stables.
Tell Sammy I will lay a claim for him, and he must come out and attend to it. He must get rid of that propensity for tumbling down, though, for when we get fairly started here, I don’t think we shall have time to pick up those who fall.
I got [Perry ]Smith’s letter, for which I was very grateful. I wrote to him the other day. If I thought Hallie and Margaret were in earnest about writing to me, I would write to them first[ . ]—but I am afraid their time is too much occupied by concerns of greater interest.7 Still, tell them I wish they would write—and then I’ll tell them all about the World’s Fair when I get to London (for you know without my telling you, that I’ll attend that Fair if the thing is within the range of possibility.) And they do say that [where there’s ]a will there’s a way.8
Well, I must say, that either Annie spells with a fearful latitude, or I read very crazily. Still, I was trying to put the most reasonable construction on her letter. I don’t suppose, with her notorious Sunday school proclivities, that she would willingly foster crime? [ c ] Certainly not. Very well, then. Every body knows it is a crime to be poor—and every body knows that it is not a crime to be a fool. So, it would have been well enough to help the fools along—but who cares what becomes of those hardened sinners, the poor? When she has grown old in worldly wisdom, like her venerable uncle, she will understand these things. Tell her that although I used to try to persuade her to trade her testament for lager beer, I’ll never sell mine.9
That is Slaughter’s house, I expect, that Cousin Jim has moved into. This is just the country for Cousin Jim to live in. I don’t believe it would take him six months to make $100,000 here, if he had $3,000 dollars to commence with. I suppose he can’t leave his family though.10
Tell Mrs. Benson11 I never intend to be a lawyer. I have been a slave several times in my [ lo ] life, but I’ll never be one again. I always intend to be so situated (unless I marry,) that I can “pull up stakes” and clear out whenever I feel like it.
We are very thankful to you, Pamela, for the papers you send. We have received half a dozen or more, and, next to letters, they are the most welcome visitors we have.
I am going out again, in a day or two, to look for that claim again—I hope with better success than my former attempt.
Write oftener, Pamela. Remember me to Mrs. S. to M., Mrs. B., H. and Chaillè.
Yr. Brother
Sam.
My Dear Mother: I hope you will all come out here some day. But I shan’t consent to invite you, until we can receive you in style. But I guess we shall be able to do that, one of these days. I [ mean ] intend that Pamela shall live on [ I ] Lake Bigler until she can knock a bull down with her fist—say, about three months.
“Tell everything as it is—no
better, and no worse.” Well, “Gold Hill”
sells at $5,000 per foot, cash down;
“Wildcat” isn’t worth ten cents.12 The country is fabulously rich in gold, silver, copper, lead, coal,
iron, quicksilver, marble, granite, chalk, plaster of Paris, (gypsum,)
thieves, murderers, desperadoes, ladies, children, lawyers, Christians,
Indians, [Chinamen ], Spaniards, gamblers, sharpers, cuyotès (pronounced
[
(y
]kiyo-ties,) [
chin
] poets, preachers, and jackass rabbits. I overheard a gentleman say,
the other day, that it was “the d—dest country under
the [
so sun.”—and ]that comprehensive conception I fully subscribe. to. It
never rains here, and the dew never falls. No flowers grow here, and no
green thing gladdens the eye. The birds that fly over the land carry their
provisions with them. Only the crow and the raven tarry with us. Our city
lies in the midst of a desert of the purest—most unadulterated,
and uncompromising sand—in which infernal
soil nothing but that fag-end of vegetable creation,
“sage-brush,” ventures to grow. Just
If you will
take a lilliputian cedar tree for a model, and build
a dozen imitations of it with the stiffest article of telegraph
wire—set them one foot apart and then try to walk through them,
and you’ll understand (provided the floor is
covered 12 inches deep with sand,) what it is to wander through a sage-brush
desert. When crushed, sage brush emits an order odor which
isn’t exactly magnolia and equally isn’t exactly
polecat—but,
is
a sort of compromise between the two. It looks a good deal like
grease-wood, and is the ugliest thing
plant
that was ever conceived of. It is gray in color. On the
plains, sage brush and grease wood grown about twice as large as
the common geranium—and in my opinion they are a very good
substitute for that useless vegetable. Grease-wood is a perfect—most perfect imitation [
of
] in miniature of a live oak
tree—“barring” the color of it. As to the
other fruits and flowers of the country, there
ain’t any, except “Pulu” or
“Tulu,” or whatever they call it,—a species
of unpoetical willow that grows on the banks of the Carson13—a river, 20 yards wide, knee-deep,
and so infernally
villainously
rapid and crooked, that it looks like it had
wandered into the country without intending it, and had run about [
an in ] a bewildered way and got lost, in its hurry to get out [
of again ] before some thirsty man came along and drank it up. I said we are
situated in a flat, sandy desert—true. And surrounded
by surrounded on all sides by such prodigious mountains, that when you
gaze at them awhile,—[
until you
and
begin ] to conceive of their grandeur—and
next to
feel their vastness [
exten expanding ] your soul like a bladder—and
ultimately
find
yourself growing and swelling and spreading into a giant—I say
when this point is reached, you look disdainfully down upon the
insignificant village of [
ca Carson], and in that instant you are seized with a burning desire to stretch
forth your hand, put the city in your pocket, and walk off with it.
As to churches, I believe they have got a Catholic one here, but like [
than that ] one the New York fireman spoke of, I believe “they
don’t [
h
run
] her now.”14 Now, although we are surrounded by sand, the
[
p greatest ] part of the town is built upon what was once a very pretty grassy
spot; and the streams of pure water that once
used to
poked about it in [
wil rural ]
sloth and
solitude, now [
prome pass ] through our [
streets dusty ] streets and gladden the hearts of men by reminding them that there is
at least something here that hath its prototype among the homes they left
behind them. And up “King’s
Cañon,” (please pronounce can-yon,) after the manner of the natives,) there are
“ranches,” or farms, where they say hay grows, and
grass, and beets, and onions, and turnips, and other
“truck” which is suitable food for
cows—yea, and even Irish potatoes,—a [
vegi vegetable ] eminently proper for human consumption; also,
cabbages, peas & beans.15
The houses are mostly frame, unplastered, but
“papered” inside with cot flour-sacks
[
sow sewed ] together—and the handsomer the
“brand” upon the sacks is, the neater the house looks.
[Occasion
ally
ly
], you stumble on a stone house. On account of the dryness of the
country, the shingles on the houses warp till they look like [
j short ] joints of stove pipe split lengthwise.16
. . . .
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
![]()
Previous publication:
L1, 129–136; MTB, 1:175–76 and 180–81, excerpts; MTL, 1:53–55 and 59–62, with omissions.
![]()
Provenance:
see McKinney Family Papers, pp. 459–61. The MS was already
incomplete by 1917, when Paine reported the “Remainder
missing” (MTL, 1:55). Both MTB and MTL print the sections of the letter addressed respectively to Pamela
Moffett and Jane Clemens (or excerpts from them) as though they were
separate letters. MTL even begins the section to Jane Clemens with a substitute dateline:
“(Date not given, but Sept. or Oct., 1861.)” Paine must have been working
from transcripts which did not show that the last page of the section
addressed to Pamela and the first page of the section addressed to Jane
Clemens were written on the two sides of a single sheet of paper. Paine also
did not know about the complete, revised version of the section to Jane
Clemens, dated 26 October 1861, published in the Keokuk Gate City (pp. 136–39).
![]()
Emendations and textual notes:![]()
two o three • [‘three’ over ‘two o’]
region. I • region.—ǀI
v ever • [‘e’ over ‘v’]
m feet • [‘f’ over doubtful ‘m’]
them., • [comma over period]
I we • [‘w’ over ‘I’]
money month •
mon
th
ey
[‘th’ over ‘ey’]
loose lose • [‘lose’ over ‘loose’]
Perry • [doubtful; possibly ‘Percy’]
first.— • [dash over period]
where there’s • where therse’s [‘e’ over ‘s’]
c Certainly • [‘C’ over ‘c’]
lo life • loife [‘i’ over ‘o’]
mean intend • [‘intend’ over ‘mean’]
l Lake • [‘L’ over ‘l’]
Chinamen • China-ǀmen
(y ki-ǀyo-ties • (y ki-yo-ties [parenthesis canceled and ‘k’ over ‘y’]
chin poets • [‘poets’ over ‘chin’]
so sun.”—and • soun.”—ǀ—and [‘u’ over ‘o’; dittography emended]
of in • [‘in’ over ‘of’]
an in • [‘i’ over ‘an’]
of again • [‘ag’ over ‘of’]
you
and
begin •
you
[a![]()
]
begin [torn]
exten expanding •
ex
panding
ten
[‘pan’ over ‘ten’]
ca Carson • [‘C’ over ‘ca’]
than that • that n [‘t’ over ‘n’]
h run • [‘r’ over ‘h’]
p greatest • [‘g’ over ‘p’]
wil rural • [‘r’ over possible ‘wil’]
prome pass • [‘pass’ over ‘prome’]
streets dusty • [‘dusty’ over ‘streets’]
vegi vegetable • vegietable [possibly ‘vegietable’; ‘e’ over ‘i’, possibly inserted]
sow sewed •
s
ewed
ow
[‘ew’ over ‘ow’]
Occasion
ally
ly
•
[‘al’ over ‘ly’]
j short • [‘s’ over ‘j’]