Death Runs Riot



Introduction



Free Soil



Mountain meadows



The Republic of the Rio Grande



This Guilty Land



Anarchy



Preachers and Jackass Rabbits



Who is the Savage?



The Everywhere Spirit



Preachers and Jackass Rabbits We jumped into the stage, the driver cracked his whip and we bowled away and left "the States" behind us... There was a freshness and breeziness... and an exhilarating sense of emancipation... that almost made us feel that the years we had spent in the close, hot city, toiling and slaving, had been wasted and thrown away.

Sam Clemens Back in the spring of 1861, 24-year-old Sam Clemens and his elder brother left Missouri for the newly created Nevada Territory. Two weeks in the Confederate militia had convinced Sam that he was not cut out for combat. Like thousands of other young men, North and South, he preferred to go West rather than to war. And so he skeddaddled. Ham and eggs and scenery, a "down grade," a flying coach, a fragrant pipe and a contented heart... It is what all the ages have struggled for.

Sam Clemens They made eight to ten miles an hour through an unbroken sea of grass. A pony express rider galloped past. Coyotes howled. They saw buffalo, encountered their first Indians, talked with a real-life outlaw. Sam Clemens loved it all. It took them twenty days to reach Carson City, the small town that was the capital of Nevada Territory. Dear Mother:... Our city lies in the midst of a desert of the purest, most unadulterated and uncompromising sand -- in which infernal soil nothing but the fag-end of vegetable creation, "sage-brush," is mean enough to grow... Nevada Territory is fabulously rich in gold, silver, lead, coal, iron, quicksilver... thieves, murderers, desperadoes... lawyers, Christians, Indians, Chinamen, Spaniards, gamblers, sharpers, coyotes, poets, preachers and jackass rabbits.

Sam Clemens Still, there was little to do in Carson City, so Clemens set out on his own. By and by I was smitten with silver fever. "Prospecting parties" were leaving for the mountains every day... Plainly this was the road to fortune.

Sam Clemens He spent six months with three partners in a ten by twelve foot cabin, panning, digging, drinking, going more and more heavily into debt. We were stark mad with excitement -- drunk with happiness -- smothered under mountains of prospective wealth -- arrogantly compassionate toward the plodding millions who knew not our marvelous canyon -- but our credit was not good at the grocer's.

Sam Clemens Clemens would later boast that he became a multi-millionaire for just ten days -- until fourteen armed men jumped his claim. Next he tried his luck in Virginia City, Nevada, a tiny mining town that had grown to a full-fledged industrial city in less than two years. Fifteen thousand people lived there. They had put in gas-lights, built stock exchanges, three theaters, four churches -- and 42 saloons. And there was a newspaper, the Territorial Enterprise. Sam Clemens talked himself into a job as a reporter. Dear Mother:... I have just heard five pistol shots down the street -- as such things are in my line, I will go and see about it... PS... The pistol did its work well -- one man, a Jackson County, Missourian, shot two of my friends (police officers) through the heart -- both died within three minutes. Murderer's name is John Campbell.

Sam Clemens Soon, he was covering everything from Indian attacks to theatrical performances, always in his own distinctive style. "I have had a 'call' to literature of a low order -- i.e. humorous," he told his mother."It is nothing to be proud of but it is my strongest suit." In the West, while sitting out the war, Sam Clemens had found a new calling. And he began to sign his articles with a new name,"Mark Twain." It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience -- and the prudence never to practice either of them.

Mark Twain