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The American Claimant by Mark Twain

there and transfer the frigid zone to the equator. I will have the

entire Arctic Circle in the market as a summer resort next year, and will

use the surplusage of the old climate, over and above what can be

utilized on the equator, to reduce the temperature of opposition resorts.

But I have said enough to give you an idea of the prodigious nature of my

scheme and the feasible and enormously profitable character of it.

I shall join all you happy people in England as soon as I shall have sold

out some of my principal climates and arranged with the Czar about

Siberia.

Meantime, watch for a sign from me. Eight days from now, we shall be

wide asunder; for I shall be on the border of the Pacific, and you far

out on the Atlantic, approaching England. That day, if I am alive and my

sublime discovery is proved and established, I will send you greeting,

and my messenger shall deliver it where you are, in the solitudes of the

sea; for I will waft a vast sun-spot across the disk like drifting smoke,

and you will know it for my love-sign, and will say “Mulberry Sellers

throws us a kiss across the universe.”

APPENDIX.

WEATHER FOR USE IN THIS BOOK.

Selected from the Best Authorities.

A brief though violent thunderstorm which had raged over the city was

passing away; but still, though the rain had ceased more than an hour

before, wild piles of dark and coppery clouds, in which a fierce and

rayless glow was laboring, gigantically overhung the grotesque and

huddled vista of dwarf houses, while in the distance, sheeting high over

the low, misty confusion of gables and chimneys, spread a pall of dead,

leprous blue, suffused with blotches of dull, glistening yellow, and with

black plague-spots of vapor floating and faint lightnings crinkling on

its surface. Thunder, still muttering in the close and sultry air, kept

the scared dwellers in the street within, behind their closed shutters;

and all deserted, cowed, dejected, squalid, like poor, stupid, top-heavy

things that had felt the wrath of the summer tempest, stood the drenched

structures on either side of the narrow and crooked way, ghastly and

picturesque, under the giant canopy. Rain dripped wretchedly in slow

drops of melancholy sound from their projecting eaves upon the broken

flagging, lay there in pools or trickled into the swollen drains, where

the fallen torrent sullenly gurgled on its way to the river.

“The Brazen Android.”-W. D. O’Connor.

The fiery mid-March sun a moment hung

Above the bleak Judean wilderness;

Then darkness swept upon us, and ‘t was night.

“Easter-Eve at Kerak-Moab.”–Clinton Scollard.

The quick-coming winter twilight was already at hand. Snow was again

falling, sifting delicately down, incidentally as it were.

“Felicia.” Fanny N. D. Murfree.

Merciful heavens! The whole west, from right to left, blazes up with a

fierce light, and next instant the earth reels and quivers with the awful

shock of ten thousand batteries of artillery. It is the signal for the

Fury to spring–for a thousand demons to scream and shriek–for

innumerable serpents of fire to writhe and light up the blackness.

Now the rain falls-now the wind is let loose with a terrible shriek–now

the lightning is so constant that the eyes burn, and the thunder-claps

merge into an awful roar, as did the 800 cannon at Gettysburg. Crash!

Crash! Crash! It is the cottonwood trees falling to earth. Shriek!

Shriek! Shriek! It is the Demon racing along the plain and uprooting

even the blades of grass. Shock! Shock! Shock! It is the Fury

flinging his fiery bolts into the bosom of the earth.–

“The Demon and the Fury.” M. Quad.

Away up the gorge all diurnal fancies trooped into the wide liberties of

endless luminous vistas of azure sunlit mountains beneath the shining

azure heavens. The sky, looking down in deep blue placidities, only here

and there smote the water to azure emulations of its tint.–

“In the Stranger’s Country.” Charles Egbert Craddock.

There was every indication of a dust-storm, though the sun still shone

brilliantly. The hot wind had become wild and rampant. It was whipping

up the sandy coating of the plain in every direction. High in the air

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