A Burlesque Autobiography

A Burlesque Autobiography

A BURLESQUE AUTOBIOGRAPHY MARK TWAIN 1871 BURLESQUE AUTOBIOGRAPHY. Two or three persons having at different times intimated that if I would write an autobiography they would read it when they got leisure I yield at last to this frenzied public demand and herewith tender my history: Ours is a noble old house and stretches a long way back into antiquity. The earliest ancestor the Twains have any record of was a friend of the family by the name of Higgins. This was in the eleventh century when our people were living in Aberdeen county of Cork England. Why it is that our long line has ever since borne the maternal name (except when one of them now and then took a playful refuge in an alias to avert foolishness) instead of Higgins is a mystery which none of us has ever felt much desire to stir. It is a kind of vague pretty romance and we leave it alone. All the old families do that way. Arthour Twain was a man of considerable note a solicitor on the highway in William Rufus' time. At about the age of thirty he went to one of those fine old English places of resort called Newgate to see about something and never returned again. While there he died suddenly. Augustus Twain seems to have made something of a stir about -the year 1160. He was as full of fun as he could be and used to take his old sabre and sharpen it up and get in a convenient place on a dark night and stick it through people as they went by to see them jump. He was a born humorist. But he got to going too far with it; and the first time he was found stripping one of these parties the authorities removed one end of him and put it up on a nice high place on Temple Bar where it could contemplate the people and have a good time. He never liked any situation so much or stuck to it so long. Then for the next two hundred years the family tree shows a succession of soldiers--noble high-spirited fellows who always went into battle singing; right behind the army and always went out a-whooping right ahead of it. This is a scathing rebuke to old dead Froissart's poor witticism that our family tree never had but one limb to it and that that one stuck out at right angles and bore fruit winter and summer. ||=======|==== || | || | || O || / || || || || || || || || OUR FAMILY TREE Early in the fifteenth century we have Beau Twain called "the Scholar." He wrote a beautiful beautiful hand. And he could imitate anybody's hand so closely that it was enough to make a person laugh his head off to see it. He had infinite sport with his talent. But by and by he took a contract to break stone for a road and the roughness of the work spoiled his hand. Still he enjoyed life all the time he was in the stone business which with inconsiderable intervals was some forty-two years. In fact he died in harness. During all those long years he gave such satisfaction that he never was through with one contract a week till government gave him another. He was a perfect pet. And he was always a favorite with his fellow-artists and was a conspicuous member of their benevolent secret society called the Chain Gang. He always wore his hair short had a preference for striped clothes and died lamented by the government. He was a sore loss to his country. For he was so regular. Some years later we have the illustrious John Morgan Twain. He came over to this country with Columbus in 1492 as a passenger. He appears to have been of a crusty uncomfortable disposition. He complained of the food all the way over and was always threatening to go ashore unless there was a change. He wanted fresh shad. Hardly a day passed over his head that he did not go idling about the ship with his nose in the air sneering about the commander and saying he did not believe Columbus knew where he was going to or had ever been there before. The memorable cry of "Land ho!" thrilled every heart in the ship but his. He gazed a while through a piece of smoked glass at the penciled line lying on the distant water and then said: "Land be hanged--it's a raft!" When this questionable passenger came on board the ship he brought nothing with him but an old newspaper containing a handkerchief marked "B. G." one cotton sock marked "L. W. C." one woollen one marked "D. F." and a night-shirt marked "O. M. R." And yet during the voyage he worried more about his "trunk" and gave himself more airs about it than all the rest of the passengers put together. If the ship was "down by the head" and would got steer he would go and move his "trunk" farther aft and then watch the effect. If the ship was "by the stern" he would suggest to Columbus to detail some men to "shift that baggage." In storms he had to be gagged because his wailings about his "trunk" made it impossible for the men to hear the orders. The man does not appear to have been openly charged with any gravely unbecoming thing but it is noted in the ship's log as a "curious circumstance" that albeit he brought his baggage on board the ship in a newspaper he took it ashore in four trunks a queensware crate and a couple of champagne baskets. But when he came back insinuating in an insolent swaggering way that some of his things were missing and was going to search the other passengers' baggage it was too much and they threw him overboard. They watched long and wonderingly for him to come up but not even a bubble rose on the quietly ebbing tide. But while every one was most absorbed in gazing over the side and the interest was momentarily increasing it was observed with consternation that the vessel was adrift and the anchor cable hanging limp from the bow. Then in the ship's dimmed and ancient log we find this quaint note: "In time it was discouvered yt ye troblesome passenger hadde gonne downe and got ye anchor and toke ye same and solde it to ye dam sauvages from ye interior saying yt he hadde founde it ye sonne of a ghun!" Yet this ancestor had good and noble instincts and it is with pride that we call to mind the fact that he was the first white person who ever interested himself in the work of elevating and civilizing our Indians. He built a commodious jail and put up a gallows and to his dying day he claimed with satisfaction that he had had a more restraining and elevating influence on the Indians than any other reformer that ever labored among them. At this point the chronicle becomes less frank and chatty and closes abruptly by saying that the old voyager went to see his gallows perform on the first white man ever hanged in America and ...