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Journalism In Tennessee

I was told by the physician that a Southern climate would improve my health, and so I went down to Tennessee, and got a berth on the Morning Glory and Johnson County War-Whoop as associate editor. When I went on…

The Cayote

by Mark Twain Another night of alternate tranquillity and turmoil.  But morning came,by and by.  It was another glad awakening to fresh breezes, vast expansesof level greensward, bright sunlight, an impressive solitude utterlywithout visible human beings or human habitations, and…

Is He Living Or Is He Dead?

by Mark TwainI was spending the month of March 1892 at Mentone, in the Riviera. At this retired spot one has all the advantages, privately, which are to be had publicly at Monte Carlo and Nice, a few miles farther…

The Killing of Julius Caesar "Localized"

by Mark TwainBeing the only true and re­li­able ac­count ever pub­lished; taken from the Roman “Daily Evening Fasces,” of the date of that tremen­dous oc­cur­rence.Noth­ing in the world af­fords a news­pa­per re­porter so much sat­is­fac­tion as gath­er­ing up the de­tails…

Pony Express

by Mark TwainIn a little while all interest was taken up in stretching our necks and watching for the “pony-rider”—the fleet messenger who sped across the continent from St. Joe to Sacramento, carrying letters nineteen hundred miles in eight days!…

Niagara

by Mark Twain Ni­a­gara Falls is a most en­joy­able place of re­sort. The ho­tels are ex­cel­lent, and the prices not at all ex­or­bi­tant. The op­por­tu­ni­ties for fish­ing are not sur­passed in the coun­try; in fact, they are not even equaled…

Dick Baker’s Cat

 by Mark TwainOne of my comrades there—another of those victims of eighteen years of unrequited toil and blighted hopes—was one of the gentlest spirits that ever bore its patient cross in a weary exile: grave and simple Dick Baker, pocket-miner…

Journalism in Tennessee

by Mark Twain  The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon acorrespondent who posted him as a Radical:–“While he was writingthe first word, the middle, dotting his i’s, crossing his t’s, andpunching his period, he knew he…