Roughing It by Mark Twain

soon manifested a strong proclivity for clothing, but it was shortly

apparent that they only wanted it for grandeur. The missionaries

imported a quantity of hats, bonnets, and other male and female wearing

apparel, instituted a general distribution, and begged the people not to

come to church naked, next Sunday, as usual. And they did not; but the

national spirit of unselfishness led them to divide up with neighbors who

were not at the distribution, and next Sabbath the poor preachers could

hardly keep countenance before their vast congregations. In the midst of

the reading of a hymn a brown, stately dame would sweep up the aisle with

a world of airs, with nothing in the world on but a “stovepipe” hat and a

pair of cheap gloves; another dame would follow, tricked out in a man’s

shirt, and nothing else; another one would enter with a flourish, with

simply the sleeves of a bright calico dress tied around her waist and the

rest of the garment dragging behind like a peacock’s tail off duty; a

stately “buck” Kanaka would stalk in with a woman’s bonnet on, wrong side

before–only this, and nothing more; after him would stride his fellow,

with the legs of a pair of pantaloons tied around his neck, the rest of

his person untrammeled; in his rear would come another gentleman simply

gotten up in a fiery neck-tie and a striped vest.

The poor creatures were beaming with complacency and wholly unconscious

of any absurdity in their appearance. They gazed at each other with

happy admiration, and it was plain to see that the young girls were

taking note of what each other had on, as naturally as if they had always

lived in a land of Bibles and knew what churches were made for; here was

the evidence of a dawning civilization. The spectacle which the

congregation presented was so extraordinary and withal so moving, that

the missionaries found it difficult to keep to the text and go on with

the services; and by and by when the simple children of the sun began a

general swapping of garments in open meeting and produced some

irresistibly grotesque effects in the course of re-dressing, there was

nothing for it but to cut the thing short with the benediction and

dismiss the fantastic assemblage.

In our country, children play “keep house;” and in the same high-sounding

but miniature way the grown folk here, with the poor little material of

slender territory and meagre population, play “empire.” There is his

royal Majesty the King, with a New York detective’s income of thirty or

thirty-five thousand dollars a year from the “royal civil list” and the

“royal domain.” He lives in a two-story frame “palace.”

And there is the “royal family”–the customary hive of royal brothers,

sisters, cousins and other noble drones and vagrants usual to monarchy,–

all with a spoon in the national pap-dish, and all bearing such titles as

his or her Royal Highness the Prince or Princess So-and-so. Few of them

can carry their royal splendors far enough to ride in carriages, however;

they sport the economical Kanaka horse or “hoof it” with the plebeians.

Then there is his Excellency the “royal Chamberlain”–a sinecure, for his

majesty dresses himself with his own hands, except when he is ruralizing

at Waikiki and then he requires no dressing.

Next we have his Excellency the Commander-in-chief of the Household

Troops, whose forces consist of about the number of soldiers usually

placed under a corporal in other lands.

Next comes the royal Steward and the Grand Equerry in Waiting–high

dignitaries with modest salaries and little to do.

Then we have his Excellency the First Gentleman of the Bed-chamber–an

office as easy as it is magnificent.

Next we come to his Excellency the Prime Minister, a renegade American

from New Hampshire, all jaw, vanity, bombast and ignorance, a lawyer of

“shyster” calibre, a fraud by nature, a humble worshiper of the sceptre

above him, a reptile never tired of sneering at the land of his birth or

glorifying the ten-acre kingdom that has adopted him–salary, $4,000 a

year, vast consequence, and no perquisites.

Then we have his Excellency the Imperial Minister of Finance, who handles

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