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As I looked at him there, so reduced in his estate, I could not butremember all the labor of his years, and all the splendid honor which theworld had paid to him. MarkTwain was extricated at last, and hurried away to his apartments atBrown's Hotel, a placid, subdued, homelike, old-fashioned E ight adventure with Jim on thewrecked steamboat; Huck's night among the towheads; the Grangerford-Shepherds I don't know anything about anything, he said, mournfully, and neverdid.

He knew that in all probability that child would be brought to damnation--one of the ninety-nine black sheep. Some further memoranda made at this time have that intimate interestwhich gives reality and charm. When I heard that he was writing that I thought of giving up mine,but Aldrich insisted that it would be a foolish thing to do. It was afantastic tale entitled 3,000 Years among the Microbes, a sort ofscientific revel--or revelry--the autobiography of a microbe that hadbeen