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of the dramatic idea。 It is one of the commonest defects in the literary
make…up； also one of the hardest to realize and to explain。
The winter of 1883…84 was a gay one in the Clemens home。 Henry Irving
was among those entertained； Augustus Saint…Gaudens； Aldrich and his
wife； Howells of course； and George W。 Cable。 Cable had now permanently
left the South for the promised land which all authors of the South and
West seek eventually； and had in due course made his way to Hartford。
Clemens took Cable's fortunes in hand； as he had done with many another；
invited him to his home； and undertook to open negotiations with the
American Publishing Company； of which Frank Bliss was now the manager；
for the improvement of his fortunes。
Cable had been giving readings from his stories and had somewhere picked
up the measles。 He suddenly came down with the complaint during his
visit to Clemens； and his case was a violent one。 It required the
constant attendance of a trained nurse and one or two members of the
household to pull him through。
In the course of time he was convalescent； and when contagion was no
longer to be feared guests were invited in for his entertainment。 At one
of these gatherings； Cable produced a curious book； which he said had
been lent to him by Prof。 Francis Bacon； of New Haven； as a great rarity。
It was a little privately printed pamphlet written by a Southern youth；
named S。 Watson Wolston； a Yale student of 1845； and was an absurd
romance of the hyperflorid； grandiloquent sort； entitled； 〃Love
Triumphant； or the Enemy Conquered。〃 Its heroine's name was Ambulinia；
and its flowery； half…meaningless periods and impossible situations
delighted Clemens beyond measure。 He begged Cable to lend it to him； to
read at the Saturday Morning Club； declaring that he certainly must own
the book； at whatever cost。 Henry C。 Robinson； who was present；
remembered having seen a copy in his youth； and Twichell thought he
recalled such a book on sale in New Haven during his college days。
Twichell said nothing as to any purpose in the matter； but somewhat
later； being in New Haven； he stepped into the old book…store and found
the same proprietor； who remembered very well the book and its author。
Twichell rather fearfully asked if by any chance a copy of it might still
be obtained。
〃Well；〃 was the answer； 〃I undertook to put my cellar in order the other
day； and found about a cord of them down there。 I think I can supply
you。〃
Twichell took home six of the books at ten cents each； and on their first
spring walk to Talcott's Tower casually mentioned to Clemens the quest
for the rare Ambulinia。 But Clemens had given up the pursuit。 New York
dealers had reported no success in the matter。 The book was no longer in
existence。
〃What would you give for a copy？〃 asked。 Twichell。
Clemens became excited。
〃It isn't a question of price；〃 he said； 〃that would be for the owner to
set if I could find him。〃
Twichell drew a little package from his pocket。
〃Well； Mark；〃 he said； 〃here are six copies of that book； to begin with。
If that isn't enough； I can get you a wagon…load。〃
It was enough。 But it did not deter Clemens in his purpose； which was to
immortalize the little book by pointing out its peculiar charms。 He did
this later； and eventually included the entire story； with comments； in
one of his own volumes。
Clemens and Twichell did not always walk that spring。 The early form of
bicycle； the prehistoric high…wheel； had come into vogue； and they each
got one and attempted its conquest。 They practised in the early morning
hours on Farmington Avenue； which was wide and smooth； and they had an
instructor； a young German； who； after a morning or two； regarded Mark
Twain helplessly and said：
〃Mr。 Clemens； it's remarkableyou can fall off of a bicycle more
different ways than the man that invented it。〃
They were curious things； those old high…wheel machines。 You were
perched away up in the air； with the feeling that you were likely at any
moment to strike a pebble or something that would fling you forward with
damaging results。 Frequently that is what happened。 The word 〃header〃
seems to have grown out of that early bicycling period。 Perhaps Mark
Twain invented it。 He had enough experience to do it。 He always
declared afterward that he invented all the new bicycle profanity that
has since come into general use。 Once he wrote：
There was a row of low stepping…stones across one end of the street；
a measured yard apart。 Even after I got so I could steer pretty
fairly I was so afraid of those stones that I always hit them。 They
gave me the worst falls I ever got in that street； except those
which I got from dogs。 I have seen it stated that no expert is
quick enough to run over a dog； that a dog is always able to skip
out of his way。 I think that that may be true； but I think that the
reason he couldn't run over the dog was because he was trying to。 I
did not try to run over any dog。 But I ran over every dog that came
along。 I think it makes a great deal of difference。 If you try to
run over the dog he knows how to calculate； but if you are trying to
miss him he does not know how to calculate； and is liable to jump
the wrong way every time。 It was always so in my experience。 Even
when I could not hit a wagon I could hit a dog that came to see me
practise。 They all liked to see me practise； and they all came； for
there was very little going on in our neighborhood to entertain a
dog。
He conquered； measurably； that old； discouraging thing； and he and
Twichell would go on excursions； sometimes as far as Wethersfield or to
the tower。 It was a pleasant change； at least it was an interesting one；
but bicycling on the high wheel was never a popular diversion with Mark
Twain； and his enthusiasm in the sport had died before the 〃safety〃 came
along。
He had his machine sent out to Elmira； but there were too many hills in
Chemung County； and after one brief excursion he came in； limping and
pushing his wheel； and did not try it again。
To return to Cable。 When the 1st of April （1884） approached he concluded
it would be a good time to pay off his debt of gratitude for his recent
entertainment in the Clemens's home。 He went to work at it
systematically。 He had a 〃private and confidential〃 circular letter
printed； and he mailed it to one hundred and fifty of Mark Twain's
literary friends in Boston； Hartford； Springfield； New York； Brooklyn；
Washington； and elsewhere； suggesting that they write to him； so that
their letters would reach him simultaneously April 1st； asking for his
autograph。 No stamps or cards were to be inclosed for reply； and it was
requested that 〃no stranger to Mr。 Clemens and no minor〃 should take
part。 Mrs。 Clemens was let into the secret； so that she would see to it
that her husband did not reject his mail or commit it to the flames
unopened。
It would seem that every one receiving the invitation must have responded
to it； for on the morning of April 1st a stupefying mass of letters was