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    Curious Republic Of Gondour, And Other Curious Whimsical Sketches


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      Curious Republic of Gondour

      by Mark Twain

      THE CURIOUS REPUBLIC OF GONDOUR AND OTHER WHIMSICAL SKETCHES

      NOTE:

      Most of the sketches in this volume were taken from a series the author

      wrote for The Galaxy from May, 1870, to April, 1871. The rest appeared

      in The Buffalo Express.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      THE CURIOUS REPUBLIC OF GONDOUR

      A MEMORY

      INTRODUCTORY TO "MEMORANDA".

      ABOUT SMELT

      A COUPLE OF SAD EXPERIENCES

      DAN MURPHY

      THE "TOURNAMENT" IN A.D. 1870

      CURIOUS RELIC FOR SALE

      A REMINISCENCE OF THE BACK SETTLEMENTS

      A ROYAL COMPLIMENT

      THE APPROACHING EPIDEMIC

      THE TONE-IMPARTING COMMITTEE

      OUR PRECIOUS LUNATIC

      THE EUROPEAN WAR

      THE WILD MAN INTERVIEWED

      LAST WORDS OF GREAT MEN

      THE CURIOUS REPUBLIC OF GONDOUR

      As soon as I had learned to speak the language a little, I became greatly

      interested in the people and the system of government.

      I found that the nation had at first tried universal suffrage pure and

      simple, but had thrown that form aside because the result was not

      satisfactory. It had seemed to deliver all power into the hands of the

      ignorant and non-tax-paying classes; and of a necessity the responsible

      offices were filled from these classes also.

      A remedy was sought. The people believed they had found it; not in the

      destruction of universal suffrage, but in the enlargement of it. It was

      an odd idea, and ingenious. You must understand, the constitution gave

      every man a vote; therefore that vote was a vested right, and could not

      be taken away. But the constitution did not say that certain individuals

      might not be given two votes, or ten! So an amendatory clause was

      inserted in a quiet way; a clause which authorised the enlargement of the

      suffrage in certain cases to be specified by statute. To offer to

      "limit" the suffrage might have made instant trouble; the offer to

      "enlarge" it had a pleasant aspect. But of course the newspapers soon

      began to suspect; and then out they came! It was found, however, that

      for once--and for the first time in the history of the republic--

      property, character, and intellect were able to wield a political

      influence; for once, money, virtue, and intelligence took a vital and a

      united interest in a political question; for once these powers went to

      the "primaries" in strong force; for once the best men in the nation were

      put forward as candidates for that parliament whose business it should be

      to enlarge the suffrage. The weightiest half of the press quickly joined

      forces with the new movement, and left the other half to rail about the

      proposed "destruction of the liberties" of the bottom layer of society,

      the hitherto governing class of the community.

      The victory was complete. The new law was framed and passed. Under it

      every citizen, howsoever poor or ignorant, possessed one vote,

      so universal suffrage still reigned; but if a man possessed a good

      common-school education and no money, he had two votes; a high-school

      education gave him four; if he had property like wise, to the value of

      three thousand 'sacos,' he wielded one more vote; for every fifty

      thousand 'sacos' a man added to his property, he was entitled to another

      vote; a university education entitled a man to nine votes, even though he

      owned no property. Therefore, learning being more prevalent and more

      easily acquired than riches, educated men became a wholesome check upon

      wealthy men, since they could outvote them. Learning goes usually with

      uprightness, broad views, and humanity; so the learned voters, possessing

      the balance of power, became the vigilant and efficient protectors of the

      great lower rank of society.

      And now a curious thing developed itself--a sort of emulation, whose

      object was voting power! Whereas formerly a man was honored only

      according to the amount of money he possessed, his grandeur was measured

      now by the number of votes he wielded. A man with only one vote was

      conspicuously respectful to his neighbor who possessed three. And if he

      was a man above the common-place, he was as conspicuously energetic in

      his determination to acquire three for himself. This spirit of emulation

      invaded all ranks. Votes based upon capital were commonly called

      "mortal" votes, because they could be lost; those based upon learning

      were called "immortal," because they were permanent, and because of their

      customarily imperishable character they were naturally more valued than

      the other sort. I say "customarily" for the reason that these votes were

      not absolutely imperishable, since insanity could suspend them.

      Under this system, gambling and speculation almost ceased in the

      republic. A man honoured as the possessor of great voting power could

      not afford to risk the loss of it upon a doubtful chance.

      It was curious to observe the manners and customs which the enlargement

      plan produced. Walking the street with a friend one day he delivered a

      careless bow to a passer-by, and then remarked that that person possessed

      only one vote and would probably never earn another; he was more

      respectful to the next acquaintance he met; he explained that this salute

      was a four-vote bow. I tried to "average" the importance of the people

      he accosted after that, by the-nature of his bows, but my success was

      only partial, because of the somewhat greater homage paid to the

      immortals than to the mortals. My friend explained. He said there was

      no law to regulate this thing, except that most powerful of all laws,

      custom. Custom had created these varying bows, and in time they had

      become easy and natural. At this moment he delivered himself of a very

      profound salute, and then said, "Now there's a man who began life as a

      shoemaker's apprentice, and without education; now he swings twenty-two

      mortal votes and two immortal ones; he expects to pass a high-school

      examination this year and climb a couple of votes higher among the

      immortals; mighty valuable citizen."

      By and by my friend met a venerable personage, and not only made him a

      most elaborate bow, but also took off his hat. I took off mine, too,

      with a mysterious awe. I was beginning to be infected.

      "What grandee is that?"

      "That is our most illustrious astronomer. He hasn't any money, but is

      fearfully learned. Nine immortals is his political weight! He would

      swing a hundred and fifty votes if our system were perfect."

      "Is there any altitude of mere moneyed: grandeur that you take off your

      hat to?"

      "No. Nine immortal votes is the only power we uncover for that is, in

      civil life. Very great officials receive that mark
    of homage, of

      course."

      It was common to hear people admiringly mention men who had begun life on

      the lower levels and in time achieved great voting-power. It was also

      common to hear youths planning a future of ever so many votes for

      themselves. I heard shrewd mammas speak of certain young men as good

      "catches" because they possessed such-and-such a number of votes. I knew

      of more than one case where an heiress was married to a youngster who had

      but one vote; the argument being that he was gifted with such excellent

      parts that in time he would acquire a good voting strength, and perhaps

      in the long run be able to outvote his wife, if he had luck.

      Competitive examinations were the rule and in all official grades. I

      remarked that the questions asked the candidates were wild, intricate,

      and often required a sort of knowledge not needed in the office sought.

      "Can a fool or an ignoramus answer them?" asked the person I was talking

      with.

      "Certainly not."

      "Well, you will not find any fools or ignoramuses among our officials."

      I felt rather cornered, but made shift to say:

      "But these questions cover a good deal more ground than is necessary."

      "No matter; if candidates can answer these it is tolerably fair evidence

      that they can answer nearly any other question you choose to ask them."

      There were some things in Gondour which one could not shut his eyes to.

      One was, that ignorance and incompetence had no place in the government.

      Brains and property managed the state. A candidate for office must have

      marked ability, education, and high character, or he stood no sort of

      chance of election. If a hod-carrier possessed these, he could succeed;

      but the mere fact that he was a hod-carrier could not elect him, as in

      previous times.

      It was now a very great honour to be in the parliament or in office;

      under the old system such distinction had only brought suspicion upon a

      man and made him a helpless mark for newspaper contempt and scurrility.

      Officials did not need to steal now, their salaries being vast in

      comparison with the pittances paid in the days when parliaments were

      created by hod-carriers, who viewed official salaries from a hod-carrying

      point of view and compelled that view to be respected by their obsequious

      servants. Justice was wisely and rigidly administered; for a judge,

      after once reaching his place through the specified line of promotions,

      was a permanency during good behaviour. He was not obliged to modify his

      judgments according to the effect they might have upon the temper of a

      reigning political party.

      The country was mainly governed by a ministry which went out with the

      administration that created it. This was also the case with the chiefs

      of the great departments. Minor officials ascended to their several

      positions through well-earned promotions, and not by a jump from gin-

      mills or the needy families and friends of members of parliament. Good

      behaviour measured their terms of office.

      The head of the governments the Grand Caliph, was elected for a term of

      twenty years. I questioned the wisdom of this. I was answered that he

      could do no harm, since the ministry and the parliament governed the

      land, and he was liable to impeachment for misconduct. This great office

      had twice been ably filled by women, women as aptly fitted for it as some

      of the sceptred queens of history. Members of the cabinet, under many

      administrations, had been women.

      I found that the pardoning power was lodged in a court of pardons,

      consisting of several great judges. Under the old regime, this important

      power was vested in a single official, and he usually took care to have a

      general jail delivery in time for the next election.

      I inquired about public schools. There were plenty of them, and of free

      colleges too. I inquired about compulsory education. This was received

      with a smile, and the remark:

      "When a man's child is able to make himself powerful and honoured

      according to the amount of education he acquires, don't you suppose that

      that parent will apply the compulsion himself? Our free schools and free

      colleges require no law to fill them."

      There was a loving pride of country about this person's way of speaking

      which annoyed me. I had long been unused to the sound of it in my own.

      The Gondour national airs were forever dinning in my ears; therefore I

      was glad to leave that country and come back to my dear native land,

      where one never hears that sort of music.

      A MEMORY,

      When I say that I never knew my austere father to be enamoured of but one

      poem in all the long half century that he lived, persons who knew him

      will easily believe me; when I say that I have never composed but one

      poem in all the long third of a century that I have lived, persons who

      know me will be sincerely grateful; and finally, when I say that the poem

      which I composed was not the one which my father was enamoured of,

      persons who may have known us both will not need to have this truth shot

      into them with a mountain howitzer before they can receive it. My father

      and I were always on the most distant terms when I was a boy--a sort of

      armed neutrality so to speak. At irregular intervals this neutrality was

      broken, and suffering ensued; but I will be candid enough to say that the

      breaking and the suffering were always divided up with, strict

      impartiality between us--which is to say, my father did the breaking, and

      I did the suffering. As a general thing I was a backward, cautious,

      unadventurous boy; but I once jumped off a two-story table; another time

      I gave an elephant a "plug" of tobacco and retired without waiting for an

      answer; and still another time I pretended to be talking in my sleep, and

      got off a portion of a very wretched original conundrum in the hearing of

      my father. Let us not pry into the result; it was of no consequence to

      any one but me.

      But the poem I have referred to as attracting my father's attention and

      achieving his favour was "Hiawatha." Some man who courted a sudden and

      awful death presented him an early copy, and I never lost faith in my own

      senses until I saw him sit down and go to reading it in cold blood--saw

      him open the book, and heard him read these following lines, with the

      same inflectionless judicial frigidity with which he always read his

      charge to the jury, or administered an oath to a witness:

      Take your bow,

      O Hiawatha,

      Take your arrows, jasper-headed,

      Take your war-club, Puggawaugun,

      And your mittens, Minjekahwan,

      And your birch canoe for sailing,

      And the oil of Mishe-Nama."

      Presently my father took out of his breast pocket an imposing "Warranty

      Deed," and fixed his eyes upon it and dropped into meditation. I knew

      what it was. A Texan lady and gentleman had given my half-brother, Orrin

      Johnson, a handsome property in a town in the North, in gratitude to him

      for having saved their lives by an act of brilliant heroism.

      By and by my father looked towards me and sighed. Then he said:

     
    "If I had such a son as this poet, here were a subject worthier than the

      traditions of these Indians."

      "If you please, sir, where?"

      "In this deed."

      "Yes--in this very deed," said my father, throwing it on the table.

      "There is more poetry, more romance, more sublimity, more splendid

      imagery hidden away in that homely document than could be found in all

      the traditions of all the savages that live."

      "Indeed, sir? Could I--could I get it out, sir? Could I compose the

      poem, sir, do you think?"

      "You?"

      I wilted.

      Presently my father's face softened somewhat, and he said:

      "Go and try. But mind, curb folly. No poetry at the expense of truth.

      Keep strictly to the facts."

      I said I would, and bowed myself out, and went upstairs.

      "Hiawatha" kept droning in my head--and so did my father's remarks about

      the sublimity and romance hidden in my subject, and also his injunction

      to beware of wasteful and exuberant fancy. I noticed, just here, that I

      had heedlessly brought the deed away with me; now at this moment came to

      me one of those rare moods of daring recklessness, such as I referred to

      a while ago. Without another thought, and in plain defiance of the fact

      that I knew my father meant me to write the romantic story of my half-

      brother's adventure and subsequent good fortune, I ventured to heed

      merely the letter of his remarks and ignore their spirit. I took the

      stupid "Warranty Deed" itself and chopped it up into Hiawathian blank

      verse without altering or leaving out three words, and without

      transposing six. It required loads of courage to go downstairs and face

      my father with my performance. I started three or four times before I

     


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