A Sagebrush Soul: A Biographical Novel of Mark Twain

By John Isaac Jones

John Isaac Jones’s new biographical novel on Samuel Langhorne Clemens, A/K/A Mark Twain, brings the fascinating life of America’s most famous humorist to you in vivid, captivating detail.

His time – 1840s-1910 America. Wagon trains moving west; California gold rush; telegraph invented; War between the States; Lincoln assassinated; the golden spike; Custer massacred; the trail of tears; invention of electric light, the telephone and the automobile; the Spanish-American War; political events leading to WWI.

His loves – His strait-laced, highly-religious mother Jane who vowed he was “born to be hanged!”; Laura Hawkins, his childhood sweetheart to whom he was unable to commit; Ina Coolbrith, the beautiful California poetess and lover who vowed to hold him; his beloved wife Olivia who urged him to become “a serious writer;” his oldest daughter Susy whom he worshipped from the day she was born until the day of her death.

His Genius – Samuel Langhorne Clemens, news reporter, steamboat pilot, gold miner, lecturer, speculator, publisher, world-traveler, adventurer, author of the classic Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn books; singlehandedly invented the travelogue genre; his later books, including A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, Roughing it, Life on the Mississippi and the short story, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, earned him the title “The Father of American Literature.”

This is the second volume in the Great American Authors Series. The first was A Quiet Madness: A Biographical Novel of Edgar Allan Poe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Isaac Jones
• Release date: May 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798986366524

John Isaac Jones

John Isaac Jones is a retired journalist currently living at Merritt Island, Florida. For more than thirty years, "John I.," as he prefers to be called, was a reporter for media outlets throughout the world. These included local newspapers in his native Alabama, The National Enquirer, News of the World in London, the Sydney Morning Herald, and NBC television. He is the author of five novels, a short story collection and two novellas.

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A Sagebrush Soul

A Biographical Novel of Mark Twain

John Isaac Jones

Table of Contents

1 Halley’s I

2 Orion

3 Tom and Huck

4 Laura

5 Printer’s Devil

6 Laura Redux

7 Henry

8 1860 Presidential Election

9 Across the Plains

10 Mark Twain

11 Calaveras County

12 San Francisco

13 Death of Orion

14 Innocents Abroad

15 Olivia

16 Buffalo

17 Our Forever Home

18 The Tom Blankenship Book

19 Paige the Perfectionist

20 Publisher

21 Sagebrush Revisited

22 Bankruptcy

23 Susy

24 Nomadic Life

25 Death of Olivia

26 Pining for a Seduction

27 Halley’s II

28 Afterword

Author’s Note

1

Halley’s I

The year 1835 had not been kind to John Marshall Clemens. Two years earlier, he had loaded up his worldly possessions and moved his wife and two children from Fentress County, Tennessee to Florida, Missouri in hopes of finding a better life. Friends had said land was cheap in Florida, locals were friendly and, although there were already two lawyers in the town, it should provide enough legal work for a third attorney to earn a living wage. So, Clemens took their advice and, upon arrival, bought twenty acres of land with a five-room house and a barn, opened a law office and dug out a place for himself and his family in the rolling hills of northeastern Missouri.

Once settled, however, his expectations did not materialize as planned. First, there were repairs to be made to the house, then there were fees to practice law in the county, and finally, he had to pay $350 in back taxes on the property. In 1833, his first year in Florida, Missouri, he handled twelve legal cases and earned a paltry $420 after expenses, just enough to scrape by. The following year, 1834, proved to be even worse. That year, he handled a total of five cases—two divorces, a murder case and two bankruptcies—for a total of $380. Now, in early 1835, his family was barely making ends meet and the financial hole he had been digging was becoming deeper and deeper. In early January, he was forced to borrow $5,000 against his home and land to stay financially afloat.

***

Finally, in early March, Clemens saw a glimmer of salvation when two freed slaves suddenly appeared in his life. One Saturday afternoon, he was returning from town in the family buckboard when he saw a wagon stopped in front of his home. One of the rear wheels was off the wagon and a middle-aged black couple were sitting idly on the side of the road. Clemens turned the buckboard onto the dirt road leading to his home, then got out. A tall, fortyish man with a gaunt face and a balding head, he approached the black couple.

What’s the problem? he asked.

Wheel broke off and I don’t have a spare one, the black man said. He was in his early forties, coal black in color, with a solemn face and a stubble of salt-and-pepper beard.

Why aren’t you on a plantation? Clemens asked.

Our master freed us. He said we could leave the plantation and do as we liked. We been traveling almost two weeks looking for a place to light.

You are without a home?

Yes, sir! Just me and her and this mule.

Will the mule plow?

Yes. And he’s a young mule.

Clemens studied the couple for a moment.

I believe I have an extra wagon wheel in the barn.

I have no money to pay you, the black man said, but I can do some work.

You know how to plant and grow cotton?

Been doing it all my life.

What’s your name?

Hezekiah. This here is my wife Delrina.

The black woman nodded politely. In her late thirties, she had a puffy face, bulky hips and bosom, and a white head rag knotted around her head.

An hour later, Clemens had retrieved a wagon wheel from the barn, then, working with Hezekiah, they managed to mount it securely on the wagon.

Much obliged to you, Hezekiah said. Now what can I do for you?

Clemens came straight to the point.

I have ten acres of land sitting idle back there, he said, pointing to the acreage behind his home. I want to plant it in cotton. You already own a mule. I’ll buy the seed, fertilizer and the necessary plows. I will be expecting you to do the work and I’ll share profits 50-50. Is that a fair offer?

Yes, sir!

I’ll clean out a space in the tool shed for you and your wife to sleep. You and her can eat off the family table. Is that agreeable?

Yes, sir!

Can your wife work?

Delrina is a mite lame, he said. When she was four years old back in North Carolina, a bear dragged her into the woods and gnawed off a good part of her right leg. Now she gets around on a wooden peg.

A peg?

Her moves are slow, but she’s a good cook and knows how to care for white children.

Well, I have two children to be cared for, Clemens said. So, I shall be expecting assistance from both of you.

Yes, sir! Hezekiah said. We’ll start tomorrow.

***

That night, Clemens told his wife Jane about the deal he had struck.

Our only salvation is this cotton crop, he said. If we don’t bring it in, we’re in deep financial trouble.

How much longer can we forestall this? Jane said. For more than two years now, we have been living hand to mouth.

What would you have me do?

Our predicament won’t improve until we leave this town, she said. There are not enough people here to support another attorney.

Perhaps you’re right, he said. Where would you have us go?

Hannibal! Jane said quickly. An abundance of people. An abundance of opportunity. I received a post from Lydia Foster this past week. She informed me that, since the family moved to Hannibal, her husband is getting more blacksmith work than ever before.

John was hesitant.

I’m convinced we should wait a bit longer.

More waiting is not the answer. We have to move with due speed. And soon.

Why should we do that? he replied.

I’m with child again.

He turned to her.

Are you certain?

I’m certain.

If it’s a male child, John said, I want to name him Samuel, after my father.

If it’s a girl, Jane said, we’ll name her Abigail after my aunt on my mother’s side.

Done!

***

Born of Cornish-American parents in 1798, John Clemens grew up in Kentucky, where his family owned both land and slaves. Named after U.S. Chief Justice John Marshall, he took a job at age 11 as a clerk at an iron mine, then undertook the study of law and became a licensed lawyer at the age of 21. In May of 1823, he married Jane Lampton, the oldest of seven children who grew up on her family’s cotton farm in Adair County, Kentucky. She was a devout Baptist while John was an agnostic freethinker. In her youth, Jane was known far and wide for her resourcefulness and story-telling abilities. In the fall of 1825, Clemens moved his growing family from Kentucky to Fentress County, Tennessee, where he practiced law, operated a general store, and served as a county commissioner. In 1832, when the Tennessee state legislature moved the Fentress county seat to another town, John’s legal work dried up to almost nothing and he made the decision to move to Florida, Missouri.

***

The following morning, Clemens and Hezekiah went into town to prepare for their great endeavor. At the local mercantile store, they bought three plows, cotton seed and fertilizer. Clemens paid for it all. That afternoon, Hezekiah had his mule hitched to the new turning plow and was breaking open the virgin earth behind the Clemens home for a cotton crop.

Over the next two weeks, Hezekiah turned and harrowed the entire ten acres. Two days later, he was using a borrowed planter to put the cotton seeds and fertilizer in the ground and, by late May, the crop had been planted.

The crop is in the ground, Hezekiah said. All we got to do now is watch it grow.

Meanwhile, his wife Delrina, after only a few short months, proved to be a boon for the Clemens family. She had assumed most of the cooking and cleaning duties in the household. She got along well with the children and she always seemed to have an effective home remedy for childhood illnesses, such as the croup, sore throats, and cuts and bruises. John felt that bringing the two former slaves into the family was a wise decision.

***

Over the next few months, Clemens and Hezekiah kept a close watch on the progress of their cotton crop. On the first day of July, the plants were almost two feet high and the wide expanse of land behind the Clemens home was now a sea of deep green with thousands of strong, healthy cotton plants. On that day, John and Hezekiah were strolling through the fields.

We going to have a good crop, Hezekiah said.

By mid-August, the plants were knee high and the sprawling sea of green was now dotted with millions upon millions of little white cotton flowers.

High cotton is such a pretty sight, Hezekiah said. We going to see fiber here in the next week or two.

By early September, the cotton fibers were bursting out of their bolls with puffs of fluffy white cotton.

When can you start picking? Clemens asked.

Probably another two weeks.

How much time you need to pick it?

Five or six weeks, he said. Now, I’ll be expecting you to help me some with the picking.

I can’t pick cotton, Clemens said.

You can unload the bags while I fill them up.

I can do that, Clemens said. Can Delrina pick cotton?

To pick cotton, you have to bend over, Hezekiah said. If she tries to bend over on that peg leg, she’ll fall on her face.

***

Meanwhile, over the next two months, Jane’s belly was growing larger and larger with her third child. In early September, she was in her sixth month.

Delrina has been a Godsend, she told her husband. Her movements are slow, but she can do a heap of work. Because of her, this pregnancy has been easier than all the others.

It pleases me to hear that, Clemens said.

***

In late October, Hezekiah started picking cotton and Clemens closed his law office and went into the field to help. Hezekiah was a master at picking cotton. His hands were a blur moving through the cotton plants; his fingers seemed to know exactly where to move next and, the instant he had one hand full of cotton, the other was right behind it with another handful. Once a 100-pound sack was filled, Clemens would drag it to the end of the row and dump it in the wagon. Once the picking was finished for the day, they would go to the cotton dealer in town, sell it, and collect the money. At the end of October, Clemens shared the proceeds of that month’s picking. He handed Hezekiah his share of $212.

Hezekiah looked at the wad of cash in his hand. He seemed amazed.

I never had so much money in all my life, he said. Now I can buy me some new shoes and some new dresses for Delrina.

***

By mid-November, more than five acres of the cotton crop had been picked. Hezekiah, who was now working for himself rather than a plantation owner, was relentless in picking the cotton. Then, one day in late November, Clemens took a murder case in town and told Hezekiah he would be absent from the fields for a few days. On the same day, he asked Hezekiah to forego the cotton picking and take the wagon into town to buy household supplies from the local mercantile store.

So, that morning, Hezekiah took the wagon and Jane’s grocery list into town. John had credit with the establishment, so whatever supplies Hezekiah bought were to be added to John’s bill. Upon arrival at the mercantile store, Hezekiah gave the list to the proprietor and, after some thirty minutes, a pile of supplies, flour, bacon, rice, beans, lard, coffee and other items were all stacked together at the front of the store. The proprietor asked Hezekiah to load the flour last because the 100-pound bags were too heavy for him to lift. Finally, all of the supplies, including the flour, were loaded into the wagon, then Hezekiah took the reins and headed back to the Clemens homestead.

***

That afternoon, when the local sheriff appeared at the Clemens home, Jane answered the door.

Where’s the darkie you sent into town this morning to buy supplies? he said.

Why do you ask?

He stole a 100-pound sack of flour, the sheriff said. One sack went on the bill, but he took two.

There must be some mistake, Jane said. Hezekiah wouldn’t steal.

I’ve got to take him in, the sheriff said. Where is he?

He’s picking cotton in the field behind the house.

***

Later that afternoon, when John arrived back at home in the buckboard, Jane told him Hezekiah had been arrested. Instantly, he turned the buckboard around and headed back into town to the city jail to talk to Hezekiah.

Why did you take an extra bag of flour? John asked.

I thought you were paying for two, Hezekiah said, so I took two bags. I didn’t mean to steal nothing.

Ten minutes later, John was down the street at the mercantile store. He told the proprietor he would be happy to pay for the extra bag of flour.

It’s the principle of the thing, the proprietor said. I can’t have no darkies coming into my establishment and walking off with an extra bag of flour.

He thought we were paying for two bags, Clemens said, so he took two bags.

I’m sorry, John, the proprietor said. You know how darkies will steal from white folks. I’ve got to protect my business.

Twenty minutes later, Clemens was at the city jail.

He is charged with grand theft, the sheriff said. The law says he has to stay in jail until his trial.

What about bail?

There is no bail for freed slaves in the state of Missouri, he said. They must remain incarcerated until a judge hears the case.

John shook his head impatiently.

Look! he said. I need Hezekiah in the field to finish picking a cotton crop.

I’m sorry, the sheriff said. You’re going to have to wait until his trial.

When is his trial?

The sheriff turned and looked at a calendar.

The circuit solicitor won’t pass through here again until December 13.

I can’t wait that long, John said.

Back at the jail, Clemens told Hezekiah the sad news.

What about our cotton crop? Hezekiah said. You going to have to get it picked and in the shed before the end of November. If you don’t, that cotton will rot in the boll when the winter rains come.

Clemens took a deep breath.

Let me see what I can do.

***

That night, at the dinner table, Clemens told his wife their dilemma.

We’ve still got four acres of cotton to be picked, he said. And only a week to get it done. I guess me and Orion can do it.

John looked across the table at his oldest child. Orion, at age 11, was a strong, sturdy child with a handsome face, a shock of unruly black hair and intelligent eyes.

You know how to pick cotton?

I’ve seen it done, Orion said. I could learn.

The murder trial I’m handling will be finished tomorrow, the father said. The following day, we’ll try our hand at picking cotton.

***

Two days later, Clemens and Orion were in the field picking cotton. They worked from early morning until dark, dragging the cotton sacks down the rows, watching the sharp hulls of the bolls closely so they didn’t cut their fingers. By the end of the day, they had picked just over 100 pounds of cotton.

At the dinner table that night, Jane, who was raised on a cotton farm, mocked their efforts.

Only 100 pounds? she said. Why, I used to pick that much cotton before lunchtime.

We did the best we could, John said.

Tomorrow, I’ll go pick cotton with you, she said. The three of us, if we work at it, should get it done in four or five days.

Delrina spoke up.

Mrs. Clemens! she said. You can’t go picking no cotton in your condition.

Don’t venture to tell me my abilities, Delrina, Jane said. I was picking cotton for my father in Kentucky when I was ten years old.

You’re heavy with child, Delrina said. Only two more months.

When I had Pamela, she said. I worked right up until two hours before she was born. The work didn’t bother me then. Why should it bother me now?

Perhaps Delrina is right, John said finally. It might be best if you let me and Orion pick the cotton.

I reckon I know my abilities better than either of you, Jane said. Tomorrow, we’ll arise early and go to the field. If we persevere, we should have all four acres picked in four or five days.

***

Early the following day, Jane, her husband, and their son Orion were in the field picking cotton. Jane, like Hezekiah, was an expert. On the first day, the three of them picked just over one acre with Jane accumulating more cotton in her bag than the other two combined.

That night, at the dinner table, John asked about her health.

I’m fine, she said. I had forgotten what a good cotton picker I was. We should finish that field in the next few days.

***

Over the next three days, the three managed to pick the remainder of the cotton crop. On the afternoon of the third day, they started picking on the final row.

One more row, Jane said. Thank God! I knew we could do it.

Two hours later, the sun was setting as John, his wife and their son finished the final row. Then, with Jane in front and John and Orion dragging the two bulky cotton sacks behind them, they started for the wagon. Once the wagon was out of the field and into the front yard, Jane started to get out. As she stepped to the ground, she suddenly stopped.

What’s wrong? John said.

I’m going to faint.

Jane put her hand to her head, then her face grimaced in pain and she collapsed on the ground.

Oh, my God! said John.

He knelt beside her.

Orion! Go into the house and fetch Delrina.

Orion turned and ran into the house.

Moments later, Delrina appeared.

Mr. Clemens! What’s happened?

Jane has collapsed.

Oh Lord! Delrina said. I was afraid of this.

Moments later, John pulled his wife to her feet, then, with him on one side and Delrina on the other, they started across the yard to the house.

When they entered the sitting room, Pamela, aged eight, was playing on the floor. Upon seeing their father and Delrina helping their mother, she became frightened.

What happened to Mother? Pamela said.

We don’t know, John said.

Pamela started to cry as she watched her mother being helped into the bedroom. Moments later, John and Delrina had Jane in bed as Orion looked on. She lay quiet for a few moments, then suddenly opened her eyes.

I’m going to give birth very soon, she said.

I was afraid of that, John said.

He turned to Orion.

Help Delrina with your mother! he said. I’m going to fetch the doctor. I’ll return as soon as possible.

Moments later, John was out the door.

Delrina turned to Jane.

Let’s go ahead and get your clothes off, she said, handing Jane a clean sheet. You can cover yourself with this.

Moments later, Jane was lying naked under the sheet, the bulge in her midsection looming largely.

Delrina turned to Orion.

Start a fire in the cook stove and put some water on to boil, she said.

Yes, ma’am!

Delrina pulled back the sheet and examined Jane.

You’re opening up, she said. You’re going to have this baby any minute.

Suddenly, Jane’s face grimaced in pain.

Oh, God! Jane said. My water is breaking!

She screamed, and her body convulsed violently.

Hold my arms! Delrina said, standing behind her.

Jane grasped each of the black woman’s arms tightly.

Now take a deep breath and push! Delrina said.

Jane’s body lurched forward.

Ooooh! Ooooh!

Push! Push!

Jane took another deep breath.

OHHHHHH! she said as she strained with all her might.

Push! Push harder!

Oh! Jane said, her back arching upward. Oh, God! Here it comes!

Suddenly, the walls of the wood cabin reverberated with the screams of a woman giving birth. It was a sound as old as humankind.

Push! Push! Just a little more!

Jane let out another series of screams; then, just as suddenly as the screams started, they stopped.

It’s a boy, Delrina said, picking up the newborn. Then, holding his feet, she slapped the newborn’s bottom. No response. She slapped the baby’s bottom again. Again, no response.

Poor little thing ain’t breathing, Delrina said.

Oh, God! No! Jane said. Is he stillborn?

Looks that way, Delrina said. Do you have an old shoebox?

Up in the closet, she said. What are you about to do?

I’ve seen my older sister do this. I hope it works.

Delrina hobbled to the closet and pulled down an old shoebox. After dumping the contents on the floor, she placed the newborn inside, then started making her way to the kitchen.

Orion! Delrina said. You got a fire started?

Yes, ma’am!

Then, as Jane watched from the bedroom, Delrina limped into the kitchen to the cook stove. While holding the newborn in the shoebox in one hand, she reached her other hand inside the oven to check the heat. Then, satisfied with the temperature, she placed the shoebox with the newborn into the oven, closed the door, then watched through the glass window in the door.

Several seconds passed. As she watched, she prayed.

Oh, Lord! Please do this! I’m begging you to let this little boychild live. Please hear my prayers!

For several more seconds, she continued to gaze into the oven. Then, suddenly, a big smile flashed across her face.

He’s moving! He’s moving! she shouted. Thanks be to God!

Then she opened the oven door and withdrew the shoebox.

Suddenly, the walls of the cabin reverberated with a new sound, the cries of a newborn infant.

Thanks be to God! Delrina said again.

Glory be! Jane said. Let me have him!

Let me clean him up first.

Moments later, Delrina handed the wailing newborn to his mother and the infant was quietly nursing at his mother’s breast.

You saved him, Delrina, Jane said.

I didn’t do it. God did it!

***

An hour later, John returned to the family home with Dr. Jeremiah Goodnight.

Premature children tend to be sickly, he said. Their bones break easily, they don’t eat well and they often suffer from breathing problems.

We’ll do the best we can with him, Jane said.

Later that night, a warm November evening, John and Jane were sitting quietly on the front porch of their home. Orion and Pamela were in bed and the newborn was nursing quietly at his mother’s breast.

I’ve got another mortgage payment coming up next month, he said. I’m going to have to scramble to make the payment.

When we got married, Jane said. We agreed that the children and the house would be my domain and earning the money and managing it would be yours.

That’s right.

I must say that you have not managed your domain well of late.

I know full well my shortcomings.

The longer we just sit here, she said, the worse it will become.

Can we drop this subject? Please!

Jane knew better than to reply to that tone.

For several moments, the husband and wife were quiet again.

What about a middle name for Samuel? Jane said finally.

I like Langhorne.

Langhorne? After your brother that murdered his neighbor?

It wasn’t murder. He killed the other man in self-defense.

A pause.

So, his full name will be Samuel Langhorne Clemens? Jane said.

Yes. We’ll call him Sam.

For several moments, they were quiet again.

Suddenly, Jane peered up to see a dazzling streak of yellow light flash across the night sky.

Look! Jane said, pointing into the night sky. It’s Halley’s comet. It passes earth every seventy-five years.

A beautiful sight, John said as he watched the blazing star and its bright tail flash across the heavens. I hope it’s a sign of good fortune. A sign of better things to come.

2

Orion

Hezekiah was in the Florida city jail until December 14. The circuit solicitor, the state prosecutor who traveled the county trying cases, arrived on December 13, and Hezekiah’s case was scheduled the following morning. After hearing both sides, he ruled the incident a misunderstanding and decreed that, if John would pay for the extra sack of flour, Hezekiah could go free. Once John showed proof that the extra sack of flour had been paid for, Hezekiah was released and John was there to take him home.

That afternoon, when the buckboard pulled up in front of the Clemenses’ house, Delrina burst out the front door, then hobbled across the yard on her peg leg to greet her husband.

Oh, Hezekiah! she said. God has answered my prayers.

Then, as he stepped off the buckboard, she folded him into her arms and kissed him.

I’ve missed you! he said.

***

The following morning, John settled up with Hezekiah.

All of the cotton has been picked and sold to the local warehouse, he said. You’ve got $845 coming to you.

John counted out the cash money and handed it to Hezekiah.

Much obliged! the black man said, taking the money and putting it in his pocket.

That cotton crop saved me this year, John said. I hope we can make another one next year.

Hezekiah studied John for a long moment, then spoke.

There is something I have to tell you.

What might that be?

While I was in jail, I met another freed slave who was looking for somebody to go in with him on five acres of land out at Goshen. He says if I could come up with $1000, I could be half owner.

John wasn’t prepared for that revelation.

So, what are you going to do?

I’m going to take this money, he said, patting the wad of cash in his pocket. I’m going to put it together with what you gave me back in October and I’m going in with him to buy that piece of land.

Have I not always shown fairness and honesty with you? John said.

You have, and I’m obliged, Hezekiah said, but this is the chance me and Delrina have been waiting for. Delrina has always wanted her own house with a vegetable garden and some chickens.

Hezekiah could see John was crestfallen.

I’m sorry, he said. I have to do this for Delrina.

John could see there was nothing to be done.

As you wish, he said finally.

***

Early the next morning, a Sunday, Hezekiah had his wagon loaded with his and Delrina’s personal belongings. After saying their good-byes, John and Jane watched as the rickety old wagon trundled down the pathway to the main road then disappeared out of sight.

There goes our last hope, John said. I don’t know what we’re going to do now.

God will find a way, Jane said.

Is God going to give us $5,000 to pay off the bank loan?

He works in mysterious ways.

John shook his head.

Without another cotton crop, I don’t see how we’re going to make it.

Oh, ye of little faith.

***

The following morning, John left the house as usual to go to his office in town. That night, he did not return at the usual hour. Normally, Jane would have dinner ready at seven and John would arrive shortly afterward so the entire family could eat together. When he didn’t arrive by 7:30, the rest of the family went ahead and had dinner. Just after 8:30 p.m., Jane heard the buckboard pull up in the front yard, then she waited for her husband to come into the house. After waiting several minutes, John didn’t appear, so she went outside to investigate. There, keeled over on his side in the front seat of the buckboard, she found her husband, dog-drunk and sound asleep.

John! John! she said, reaching up and shaking him. No response.

Moments later, she was back in the house.

Orion! she said. Go outside and help your father.

Is he…?

Jane put her finger to her lips to cut him short.

Just go out there and help him.

Moments later, Orion was outside.

At the buckboard, he reached up and shook his father.

Father! Father!

No response.

Come on! Orion said.

Then, as he pulled his father up to a sitting position, John awoke from his drunken stupor.

Huh! he said. Orion, is that you?

It’s me, Father, the son said. Let me help you into the house.

John rose unsteadily to his feet, then, with Orion’s help, he made it to the ground. Then, with one arm over Orion’s shoulder, they slowly made it across the yard and into the house. In the sitting room, Pamela looked up to see Orion and their father.

What’s wrong with Father? Pamela asked.

He’s sick, Jane said.

I’m not sick. I’m drunk, John said.

Jane turned to Orion.

Take him into the bedroom.

Orion helped his father into the bedroom, removed his clothes and put him into bed.

***

The following morning, when John wasn’t up at his regular time, Jane went into the bedroom to check on him.

Don’t bother me, he said. I want to sleep.

Are you going to the office today?

Let me sleep! he said.

Around noon, he got out of bed, had breakfast, dressed and took the buckboard into town. That night, when he arrived back at home, he was drunk again and passed out in the buckboard seat. Once again, Orion helped him into the house and into bed.

***

Over the next three days, John stayed in bed all day, only getting up to eat. On the morning of the third day, after they had breakfast, Jane confronted her husband.

What in God’s name has happened to you?

I don’t want to live this life any longer, he said.

What do you mean? You can’t just give up. We’ve got three children to raise.

John shook his head, then stared blankly at her.

You made a mistake by moving to Florida, Jane said. Why can’t you accept it, learn from it and move on?

It’s much deeper than that.

What else is there?

Hezekiah deserted me. We’ve got a $5,000 bank loan hanging over our heads. I’m not getting any new cases. I shouldn’t have allowed you to go into that cottonfield while you were carrying Samuel. Should I continue?

We did what we had to do, Jane said. What’s done is done. Now let’s pick up and go on.

John shook his head in indecision.

I’m going back to bed, he said. Leave me alone.

What are we going to do until then?

I don’t know.

Once John was back in the bedroom, Jane went to Orion.

Go into town and get Dr. Goodnight.

Two hours later, when Orion arrived back at the homestead with the family physician, Jane explained her husband’s behavior over the past few days.

Something terrible has befallen him, she said. He seems to have no desire for anything. It’s as if he doesn’t want to live anymore.

Let me go in and talk to him, Dr. Goodnight said.

I’ll go with you.

I want to talk to him alone.

As you wish.

An hour later, Dr. Goodnight emerged from the bedroom. Jane was waiting.

He has a severe case of melancholia, the doctor said. He no longer wants to face the world and all of the problems it presents. His demons have consumed him.

What can be done?

Nothing. The drinking only feeds it. If he continues in this state, you can have him committed to the state asylum in Springfield.

Oh, I could not bear that. The shame and disgrace would be too burdensome for the family.

Then I’m afraid you’ll have to maintain him at home.

Oh, God! Jane said. What did I do to deserve this?

It’s more common than you think, Dr. Goodnight said.

After the doctor left, Jane went to Orion, who was reading in the sitting room.

Your father is useless to us, Jane told Orion. We’re going to have to make it on our own.

Maybe I can get a job, he said.

Who is going to hire an eleven-year-old?

She paused.

Let’s go into town and see how much money is in the bank. Then we will proceed from there.

***

Over the next few days, Jane took charge of the family finances. There was over $2,600 in the family bank account.

We’ve got some breathing room with that cash, Jane said. But we’re going to have to watch every penny. We must eliminate all expenses that are not absolutely necessary. I shall close John’s law office. I want you to clean out a stall in the barn so we can get a cow. This spring, we’ll plant a vegetable garden. If we are diligent and watch our pennies, we can overcome this.

***

There was no Christmas, not even a tree, in the Clemens home that year. Jane was guarding every penny and spent money only on essentials: food, wood and coal for cooking and warmth, and a winter coat for Pamela. Although the children questioned the absence of a Christmas celebration, there was nothing to be done. Maintenance of the family was more important than holiday cheer.

***

The following spring, Jane and Orion bought a cow and calf and, after the mother showed her son how to milk, the family had a gallon of fresh milk every night for the dinner table. In late April, Jane and Orion planted a vegetable garden and, that fall, they harvested and dried a wide variety of vegetables. This included fifteen pounds of green beans, ten pounds of tomatoes, two large bags of dried apples and more than twenty pounds of squash. For the root cellar, they stored away fifty pounds of white potatoes and more than twenty pounds of carrots. At Thanksgiving, the calf was slaughtered and the meat was smoked and hung to dry in the family smokehouse. The family was squeezing by financially.

***

In late November of 1837, little Samuel turned two. As the doctor had predicted, he was a sickly child. His movements were feeble, he was not a good eater, and he seemed to always be tired and quick to get sick. In early December, he caught the croup and was near death for three days. He was gasping for breath, refused to take food and had a high fever. When Dr. Goodnight arrived at the Clemens home, he had sad news.

I fear to tell you he won’t make it through the night, he said. His lungs are too infected. His fever is too high.

All that night, Jane and Orion kept shifts at Samuel’s bedside. Orion waited for a break in his temperature while Jane prayed, asking God to spare her son’s life.

Oh, God! Please don’t take my little Samuel, she prayed. I’m asking You to keep him safe and allow me to see him grown to manhood.

The following morning at daybreak, by some sheer miracle, the child’s fever broke and he was breathing normally again. Orion, who had been sleeping at his bedside, immediately awakened Jane.

Mother! Mother! he said. Samuel has taken a turn for the better.

Immediately, the mother arose from her bed and went to the child.

Thanks be to God! she said. He has answered my prayers.

Mother! Orion said. What can we do to help Samuel? There must be something we can do to improve his health.

I don’t know what it could be, she said. He shows no promise and the doctor has no answers, but I’m trying my best to raise him.

***

Ten months passed. One night in early February, Jane was in the kitchen washing the dinner dishes while Orion was playing with two-year-old Samuel in the living room.

Mother!’ he called. Come and see this!"

Jane, wiping her hands on her apron, appeared in the doorway.

What is it?

Watch! Orion said.

Samuel was sitting on the floor entertaining himself by stacking, then restacking several old magazines atop one another. Once Samuel had the magazines stacked in a neat pile, Orion arose from his seat and moved the stack several feet away. Instantly, Samuel’s face screwed up in annoyance. Then, he stood up, took several halting steps to the magazines, then sat down beside the stack again.

Orion burst out in joyful laughter. Then Jane, giggling with delight, stepped forward and moved the magazines away from the child. Again, the two-year-old stood up, took several unsteady steps to the magazines, then plopped to the floor on his bottom again.

He’s walking!