Mark Twain's Letters – Volume 2 (1867-1875). Марк Твен

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СКАЧАТЬ with his family and all his relations tomorrow and take a sail, in case it is calm weather. I can, entertain them. My hand is in, now, and if you want any more Emperors feted in style, trot them out.

      The next letter is of interest in that it gives us the program and volume of his work. With all the sight seeing he was averaging a full four letters a week – long letters, requiring careful observation and inquiry. How fresh and impressionable and full of vigor he was, even in that fierce southern heat! No one makes the Mediterranean trip in summer to-day, and the thought of adding constant letter-writing to steady travel through southern France, Italy, Greece, and Turkey in blazing midsummer is stupefying. And Syria and Egypt in September!

      To Mrs. Jane Clemens and family, in St. Louis:

CONSTANTINOPLE, Sept. 1, ‘67.

      DEAR FOLKS, – All well. Do the Alta’s come regularly? I wish I knew whether my letters reach them or not. Look over the back papers and see. I wrote them as follows:

      1 Letter from Fayal, in the Azores Islands.

      1 from Gibraltar, in Spain.

      1 from Tangier, in Africa.

      2 from Paris and Marseilles, in France.

      1 from Genoa, in Italy.

      1 from Milan.

      1 from Lake Como.

      1 from some little place in Switzerland – have forgotten the name.

      4 concerning Lecce, Bergamo, Padua, Verona, Battlefield of Marengo, Pestachio, and some other cities in Northern Italy.

      2 from Venice.

      1 about Bologna.

      1 from Florence.

      1 from Pisa.

      1 from Leghorn.

      1 from Rome and Civita Vecchia.

      2 from Naples.

      1 about Pazzuoli, where St. Paul landed, the Baths of Nero, and the ruins of Baia, Virgil’s tomb, the Elysian Fields, the Sunken Cities and the spot where Ulysses landed.

      1 from Herculaneum and Vesuvius.

      1 from Pompeii.

      1 from the Island of Ischia.

      1 concerning the Volcano of Stromboli, the city and Straits of Messina, the land of Sicily, Scylla and Charybdis etc.

      1 about the Grecian Archipelago.

      1 about a midnight visit to Athens, the Piraeus and the ruins of the Acropolis.

      1 about the Hellespont, the site of ancient Troy, the Sea of Marmara, etc.

      2 about Constantinople, the Golden Horn and the beauties of the Bosphorus.

      1 from Odessa and Sebastopol in Russia, the Black Sea, etc.

      2 from Yalta, Russia, concerning a visit to the Czar. And yesterday I wrote another letter from Constantinople and

      1 today about its neighbor in Asia, Scatter. I am not done with Turkey yet. Shall write 2 or 3 more. I have written to the New York Herald 2 letters from Naples, (no name signed,) and 1 from Constantinople.

      To the New York Tribune I have written

      1 from Fayal. 1 from Civita Vecchia in the Roman States. 2 from Yalta, Russia. And 1 from Constantinople.

      I have never seen any of these letters in print except the one to the Tribune from Fayal and that was not worth printing.

      We sail hence tomorrow, perhaps, and my next letters will be mailed at Smyrna, in Syria. I hope to write from the Sea of Tiberius, Damascus, Jerusalem, Joppa, and possibly other points in the Holy Land. The letters from Egypt, the Nile and Algiers I will look out for, myself. I will bring them in my pocket.

      They take the finest photographs in the world here. I have ordered some. They will be sent to Alexandria, Egypt.

      You cannot conceive of anything so beautiful as Constantinople, viewed from the Golden Horn or the Bosphorus. I think it must be the handsomest city in the world. I will go on deck and look at it for you, directly. I am staying in the ship, tonight. I generally stay on shore when we are in port. But yesterday I just ran myself down. Dan Slote, my room-mate, is on shore. He remained here while we went up the Black Sea, but it seems he has not got enough of it yet. I thought Dan had got the state-room pretty full of rubbish at last, but a while ago his dragoman arrived with a bran new, ghastly tomb-stone of the Oriental pattern, with his name handsomely carved and gilded on it, in Turkish characters. That fellow will buy a Circassian slave, next.

      I am tired. We are going on a trip, tomorrow. I must to bed. Love to all.

      Yrs

      SAM.

U. S. CONSUL’S OFFICE, BEIRUT, SYRIA, Sept. 11. (1867)

      DEAR FOLKS, – We are here, eight of us, making a contract with a dragoman to take us to Baalbek, then to Damascus, Nazareth, &c. then to Lake Genassareth (Sea of Tiberias,) then South through all the celebrated Scriptural localities to Jerusalem – then to the Dead Sea, the Cave of Macpelah and up to Joppa where the ship will be. We shall be in the saddle three weeks – we have horses, tents, provisions, arms, a dragoman and two other servants, and we pay five dollars a day apiece, in gold.

Love to all, yrs.SAM.

      We leave tonight, at two o’clock in the morning.

      There appear to be no further home letters written from Syria – and none from Egypt. Perhaps with the desert and the delta the heat at last became too fearful for anything beyond the actual requirements of the day. When he began his next it was October, and the fiercer travel was behind him.

      To Mrs. Jane Clemens and family, in St. Louis:

CAGHARI, SARDINIA, Oct, 12, 1867.

      DEAR FOLKS, – We have just dropped anchor before this handsome city and —

ALGIERS, AFRICA, Oct. 15.

      They would not let us land at Caghari on account of cholera. Nothing to write.

MALAGA, SPAIN, Oct. 17.

      The Captain and I are ashore here under guard, waiting to know whether they will let the ship anchor or not. Quarantine regulations are very strict here on all vessels coming from Egypt. I am a little anxious because I want to go inland to Granada and see the Alhambra. I can go on down by Seville and Cordova, and be picked up at Cadiz.

      Later: We cannot anchor – must go on. We shall be at Gibraltar before midnight and I think I will go horseback (a long days) and thence by rail and diligence to Cadiz. I will not mail this till I see the Gibraltar lights – I begin to think they won’t let us in anywhere.

      11.30 P. M. – Gibraltar.

      At anchor and all right, but they won’t let us land till morning – it is a waste of valuable time. We shall reach New York middle of November.

Yours,SAM.CADIZ, Oct 24, 1867.

      DEAR FOLKS, – We left Gibraltar at noon and rode to Algeciras, СКАЧАТЬ