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〃I never guessed that I was not going to outlive John Bigelow。〃  And
again:

〃This is such a mysterious disease。  If we only had a bill of particulars
we'd have something to swear at。〃

Time and again he picked up Carlyle or the Cardigan Memoirs; and read; or
seemed to read; a few lines; but then the drowsiness would come and the
book would fall。  Time and again he attempted to smoke; or in his drowse
simulated the motion of placing a cigar to his lips and puffing in the
old way。

Two dreams beset him in his momentary slumberone of a play in which the
title…role of the general manager was always unfilled。  He spoke of this
now and then when it had passed; and it seemed to amuse him。  The other
was a discomfort: a college assembly was attempting to confer upon him
some degree which he did not want。  Once; half roused; he looked at me
searchingly and asked:

〃Isn't there something I can resign and be out of all this?  They keep
trying to confer that degree upon me and I don't want it。〃  Then
realizing; he said: 〃I am like a bird in a cage: always expecting to get
out; and always beaten back by the wires。〃  And; somewhat later: 〃Oh; it
is such a mystery; and it takes so long。〃

Toward the evening of the first day; when it grew dark outside; he asked:

〃How long have we been on this voyage?〃

I answered that this was the end of the first day。

〃How many more are there?〃 he asked。

〃Only one; and two nights。〃

〃We'll never make it;〃 he said。  〃It's an eternity。〃

〃But we must on Clara's account;〃 I told him; and I estimated that Clara
would be more than half…way across the ocean by now。

〃It is a losing race;〃 he said; 〃no ship can outsail death。〃

It has been writtenI do not know with what proofthat certain great
dissenters have recanted with the approach of deathhave become weak;
and afraid to ignore old traditions in the face of the great mystery。
I wish to write here that Mark Twain; as he neared the end; showed never
a single tremor of fear or even of reluctance。  I have dwelt upon these
hours when suffering was upon him; and death the imminent shadow; in
order to show that at the end he was as he had always been; neither more
nor less; and never less than brave。

Once; during a moment when he was comfortable and quite himself; he said;
earnestly:

〃When I seem to be dying I don't want to be stimulated back to life。  I
want to be made comfortable to go。

There was not a vestige of hesitation; there was no grasping at straws;
no suggestion of dread。

Somehow those two days and nights went by。  Once; when he was partially
relieved by the opiate; I slept; while Claude watched; and again; in the
fading end of the last night; when we had passed at length into the cold;
bracing northern air; and breath had come back to him; and with it sleep。

Relatives; physicians; and news…gatherers were at the dock to welcome
him。  He was awake; and the northern air had brightened him; though it
was the chill; I suppose; that brought on the pains in his breast; which;
fortunately; he had escaped during the voyage。  It was not a prolonged
attack; and it was; blessedly; the last one。

An invalid…carriage had been provided; and a compartment secured on the
afternoon express to Reddingthe same train that had taken him there two
years before。  Dr。 Robert H。 Halsey and Dr。 Edward Quintard attended him;
and he made the journey really in cheerful comfort; for he could breathe
now; and in the relief came back old interests。  Half reclining on the
couch; he looked through the afternoon papers。  It happened curiously
that Charles Harvey Genung; who; something more than four years earlier;
had been so largely responsible for my association with Mark Twain; was
on the same train; in the same coach; bound for his country…place at New
Hartford。

Lounsbury was waiting with the carriage; and on that still; sweet April
evening we drove him to Stormfield much as we had driven him two years
before。  Now and then he mentioned the apparent backwardness of the
season; for only a few of the trees were beginning to show their green。 
As we drove into the lane that led to the Stormfield entrance; he said:

〃Can we see where you have built your billiard…room?〃

The gable showed above the trees; and I pointed it out to him。

〃It looks quite imposing;〃 he said。

I think it was the last outside interest he ever showed in anything。
He had been carried from the ship and from the train; but when we drew up
to Stormfield; where Mrs。 Paine; with Katie Leary and others of the
household; was waiting to greet him; he stepped from the carriage alone
with something of his old lightness; and with all his old courtliness;
and offered each one his hand。  Then; in the canvas chair which we had
brought; Claude and I carried him up…stairs to his room and delivered him
to the physicians; and to the comforts and blessed air of home。  This was
Thursday evening; April 14; 1910。




CCXCIII

THE RETURN TO THE INVISIBLE

There would be two days more before Ossip and Clara Gabrilowitsch could
arrive。  Clemens remained fairly bright and comfortable during this
interval; though he clearly was not improving。  The physicians denied him
the morphine; now; as he no longer suffered acutely。  But he craved it;
and once; when I went in; he said; rather mournfully:

〃They won't give me the subcutaneous any more。〃

It was Sunday morning when Clara came。  He was cheerful and able to talk
quite freely。  He did not dwell upon his condition; I think; but spoke
rather of his plans for the summer。  At all events; he did not then
suggest that he counted the end so near; but a day later it became
evident to all that his stay was very brief。  His breathing was becoming
heavier; though it seemed not to give him much discomfort。  His
articulation also became affected。  I think the last continuous talking
he did was to Dr。 Halsey on the evening of April 17ththe day of Clara's
arrival。  A mild opiate had been administered; and he said he wished to
talk himself to sleep。  He recalled one of his old subjects; Dual
Personality; and discussed various instances that flitted through his
mindJekyll and Hyde phases in literature and fact。  He became drowsier
as he talked。  He said at last:

〃This is a peculiar kind of disease。  It does not invite you to read; it
does not invite you to be read to; it does not invite you to talk; nor to
enjoy any of the usual sick…room methods of treatment。  What kind of a
disease is that?  Some kinds of sicknesses have pleasant features about
them。  You can read and smoke and have only to lie still。〃

And a little later he added:

〃It is singular; very singular; the laws of mentalityvacuity。  I put
out my hand to reach a book or newspaper which I have been reading most
glibly; and it isn't there; not a suggestion of it。〃

He coughed violently; and afterward commented:

〃If one gets to meddling with a cough it very soon gets the upper hand
and is meddling with you。  That is my opinionof seventy…four years'
growth。〃

The news of his condition; everywhere published; brought great heaps of
letters; but he could not see them。  A few messages were reported to him。 
At intervals he read a little。  Suetonius and Carlyle lay on the bed
beside him; and he would pick them up as the spirit moved him and read a
paragraph or a page。  Sometimes; when I saw him thus…the high color still
in his face; and the clear light in his eyesI said: 〃It is not reality。 
He is not going to die。〃  On Tuesday; the 19th; he asked me to tell Clara
to come and sing to him。  It was a heavy requirement; but she somehow
found strength to sing some of the Scotch airs which he loved; and he
seemed soothed and comforted。  When she came away he bade her good…by;
saying that he might not see her again。

But he lingered through the next day and the next。  His mind was
wandering a little on Wednesday; and his speech became less and less
articulate; but there were intervals when he was quite clear; quite
vigorous; and he apparently suffered little。  We did not know it; then;
but the mysterious messenger of his birth…year; so long anticipated by
him; appeared that night in the sky。 'The perihelion of Halley's Comet
for 1835 was November 16th; for 1910 it was April 20th。'

On Thursday morning; the 21st; his mind was generally clear; and it was
said by the nurses that he read a little from one of the volumes on his
bed; from the Suetonius; or from one of the volumes of Carlyle。  Early in
the forenoon he sent word by Clara that he wished to see me; and when I
came in he spoke of two unfinished manuscripts which he wished me to
〃throw away;〃 as he briefly expressed it; for he had not many words left
now。  I assured him that I would take care of them; and he pressed my
hand。  It was his last word to me。

Once or twice that morning he tried to write some request which he could
not put into intelligible words。

And once he spoke to Gabrilowitsch; who; he said; could understand him
better than the others。  Most of the time he dozed。

Somewhat after midday; when Clara was by him; he roused up and took her
hand; and seemed to speak with less effort。

〃Good…by;〃 he said; and Dr

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