MUSIC BY THE CHOIR

After the church organist had played a voluntary, introducing airs from "1492" and "The Black Crook"--which, of course, were not recognized by the congregation--the choir arose for its first anthem of the morning.

The choir was made up of two parts, a quartette and a chorus. The former occupied seats in the front row--because the members were paid. The chorus was grouped about, and made a somewhat striking as well as startling picture. There were some who could sing; some who thought they could; and there were others.

The leader of this aggregation was the tenor of the quartette. He was tall, but his neck was responsible for considerable of his extreme height. Because he was paid to lead that choir he gave the impression to those who saw him that he was cutting some ice. A greater part of his contortions were lost because the audience did not face the choir.

The organist struck a few chords, and without any preliminary wood-sawing the choir squared itself for action. Of course, there were a few who did not find the place till after rising--this is so in all choirs--but finally all appeared to be ready. The leader let out another link in his neck, and while his head was taking a motion similar to a hen"s when walking, the choir broke loose. This is what it sang:

"Abide-e-e--bide--ab--abide--with abide with--bide--a-a-a-a-bide--me--with me-e-e--abide with--with me--fast--f-a-a-s-t falls--abide fast the even--fast fa-a-a-lls the--abide with me--eventide--falls the e-e-eventide--fast--the--the dark--the darkness abide--the darkness deepens--Lor-r-d with me-e-e--Lord with me--deepens--Lord--Lord--darkness deepens--wi-i-th me--Lord with me--me a-a-a-a-abide."

That was the first verse.

There were three others.

Every one is familiar with the hymn, hence it is not necessary to line the verses.

During the performance, some who had not attended the choir rehearsal the Thursday evening previous were a little slow in spots. During the pa.s.sage of these spots some would move their lips and not utter a sound, while others--particularly the ladies--found it convenient to feel of their back hair or straighten their hats. Each one who did this had a look as if she could honestly say, "I could sing that if I saw fit"--and the choir sang on.

But when there came a note, a measure or a bar with which all were familiar, what a grand volume of music burst forth. It didn"t happen this way many times, because the paid singers were supposed to do the greater part of the work. And the others were willing.

At one point, after a breathing spell--or a rest, as musicians say--the tenor started alone. He didn"t mean to. But by this break the deacons discovered that he was in the game and earning his salary. The others caught him at the first quarter, however, and away they went again, neck and neck. Before they finished, several had changed places. Sometimes "Abide" was ahead, and sometimes "Lord," but on the whole it was a pretty even thing.

Then the minister--he drew a salary, also--read something out of the Bible, after which--as they say in the newspapers--"there was another well-rendered selection by the choir."

This spasm was a tenor solo with chorus accompaniment. This was when he of the long neck got in his deadly work. The audience faced the choir and the salaried soloist was happy.

When the huddling had ceased, the soloist stepped a trifle to the front and, with the confidence born of a man who stands pat on four aces, gave a majestic sweep of his head toward the organist. He said nothing, but the movement implied, "Let "er go, Gallagher."

Gallagher was on deck and after getting his patent leather shoes well braced on the sub-ba.s.s pedals, he knotted together a few chords, and the soloist was off. His selection was--that is, _verbatim_,

"Ge-yide me, ge-yide me, ge-yide me, O-, Thor-or gra-ut Jaw-aw-hars-vah, Pi-il-grum thraw-aw this baw-aw-raw-en larnd."

And he sang other things.

He was away up in G. He diminuendoed, struck a cantable movement, slid up over a crescendo, tackled a second ending by mistake--but it went--caught his second wind on a moderato, signified his desire for a raise in salary on a trill, did some brilliant work on a maestoso, reached high C with ease, went down into the ba.s.s clef and climbed out again, quavered and held, did sixteen notes by the handful--payable on demand--waltzed along a minor pa.s.sage, gracefully turned the dal segno, skipped a chromatic run, did the con expressione act worthy of a De Reszke, poured forth volumes on a measure bold, broke the centre of an andante pa.s.sage for three yards, r.e.t.a.r.ded to beat the band, came near getting applause on a cadenza, took a six-barred triplet without turning a hair--then sat down.

Between whiles the chorus had been singing something else. The notes b.u.mped against the oiled natural-wood rafters--it was a modern church--ricochetted over the memorial windows, clung lovingly to the new $200 chandelier, floated along the ridgepole, patted the bald-headed deacons fondly, and finally died away in a bunch of contribution boxes in the corner.

Then the minister preached.

A Chicago man who has recently returned from Europe was asked by a friend what he thought of Rome.

"Well," he replied, "Rome is a fair-sized town, but I couldn"t help but think when I was there that she had seen her best days."

MARK TWAIN

THE NOTORIOUS JUMPING FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY[B]

In compliance with the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East, I called on good-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend"s friend, Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a lurking suspicion that Leonidas W. Smiley is a myth; that my friend never knew such a personage; and that he only conjectured that if I asked old Wheeler about him, it would remind him of his infamous Jim Smiley, and he would go to work and bore me to death with some exasperating reminiscence of him as long and as tedious as it should be useless to me. If that was the design, it succeeded.

[Footnote B: By permission of the American Publishing Company.]

I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the barroom stove of the dilapidated tavern in the decayed mining camp of Angel"s, and I noticed that he was fat and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his tranquil countenance. He roused up, and gave me good day. I told him a friend of mine had commissioned me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his boyhood named _Leonidas W_. Smiley--_Reverend Leonidas W._ Smiley, a young minister of the Gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of Angel"s Camp.

I added that if Mr. Wheeler could tell me anything about this Reverend Leonidas W. Smiley I would feel under many obligations to him.

Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his chair, and then sat down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which follows this paragraph. He never smiled, he never frowned, he never changed his voice from the gentle-flowing key to which he tuned his initial sentence, he never betrayed the slightest suspicion of enthusiasm; but all through the interminable narrative there ran a vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity which showed me plainly that, so far from his imagining that there was anything ridiculous or funny about his story, he regarded it as a really important matter, and admired its two heroes as men of transcendent genius in _finesse_. I let him go on in his own way, and never interrupted him once.

Reverend Leonidas W. H"m, Reverend Le--well, there was a feller here once by the name of _Jim_ Smiley, in the winter of "49--or maybe it was the spring of "50--I don"t recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big flume warn"t finished when he first come to the camp; but anyway, he was the curiosest man about always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side; and if he couldn"t he"d change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit _him_--any way just so"s he got a bet, _he_ was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he most always come out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance; there couldn"t be no solit"ry thing mentioned but that feller"d offer to bet on it, and take ary side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race, you"d find him flush or you"d find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dog-fight, he"d bet on it; if there was a cat-fight, he"d bet on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he"d bet on it; why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first; or if there was a camp-meeting he would be there reg"lar to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here, and so he was too, and a good man. If he even see a straddle-bug start to go anywhere, he would bet how long it would take him to get to--to wherever he was going to, and if you took him up, he would foller that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was on the road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley and can tell you about him. Why, it never made no difference to _him_--he"d bet on _any_thing--the dangdest feller. Parson Walker"s wife laid very sick once, for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn"t going to save her; but one morning he come in, and Smiley up and asked him how she was, and he said she was considable better--thank the Lord for His inf"nite mercy--and coming on so smart that with the blessing of Prov"dence she"d get well yet; and Smiley, before he thought, says, "Well, I"ll resk two-and-a-half she don"t anyway."

Thish-yer Smiley had a mare--the boys called her the fifteen-minute nag, but that was only in fun, you know, because of course she was faster than that--and he used to win money on that horse, for all she was slow and always had the asthma, or the distemper, or the consumption, or something of that kind. They used to give her two or three hundred yards start, and then pa.s.s her under way; but always at the f.a.g end of the race she"d get excited and desperate like, and come cavorting and straddling up, and scattering her legs around limber, sometimes in the air and sometimes out to one side among the fences, and kicking up m-o-r-e dust and raising m-o-r-e racket with her coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose--and _always_ fetch up at the stand just about a neck ahead, as near as you could cipher it down.

And he had a little small bull-pup, that to look at him you"d think he warn"t worth a cent but to set around and look ornery and lay for a chance to steal something. But as soon as money was up on him he was a different dog; his under-jaw"d begin to stick out like the fo"castle of a steamboat, and his teeth would uncover and shine like the furnaces.

And a dog might tackle him and bully-rag him, and bite him, and throw him over his shoulder two or three times, and Andrew Jackson--which was the name of the pup--Andrew Jackson would never let on but what _he_ was satisfied, and hadn"t expected nothing else--and the bets being doubled and doubled on the other side all the time, till the money was all up; and then all of a sudden he would grab that other dog just by the j"int of his hind leg and freeze to it--not chaw, you understand, but only just grip and hang on till they throwed up the sponge, if it was a year.

Smiley always come out winner on that pup, till he harnessed a dog once that didn"t have no hind legs, because they"d been sawed off in a circular saw, and when the thing had gone along far enough, and the money was all up, and he come to make a s.n.a.t.c.h for his pet holt, he see in a minute how he"d been imposed on, and how the other dog had him in the door, so to speak, and he "peared surprised, and then he looked sorter discouraged-like, and didn"t try no more to win the fight, and so he got shucked out bad. He give Smiley a look, as much as to say his heart was broke, and it was _his_ fault, for putting up a dog that hadn"t no hind legs for him to take holt of, which was his main dependence in a fight, and then he limped off a piece and laid down and died. It was a good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would have made a name for hisself if he"d lived, for the stuff was in him and he had genius--I know it, because he hadn"t no opportunities to speak of, and it don"t stand to reason that a dog could make such a fight as he could under them circ.u.mstances if he hadn"t no talent. It always makes me feel sorry when I think of that last fight of his"n, and the way it turned out.

Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken c.o.c.ks, and tom-cats, and all them kind of things till you couldn"t rest, and you couldn"t fetch nothing for him to bet on but he"d match you. He ketched a frog one day, and took him home, and said he cal"lated to educate him; and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he _did_ learn him, too.

He"d give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you"d see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut--see him turn one summerset, or maybe a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the matter of ketching flies, and kep" him in practice so constant, that he"d nail a fly every time as fur as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education and he could do "most anything--and I believe him. Why, I"ve seen him set Dan"l Webster down here on this floor--Dan"l Webster was the name of the frog--and sing out, "Flies, Dan"l, flies!" and quicker"n you could wink he"d spring straight up and snake a fly off"n the counter there, and flop down on the floor ag"in as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn"t no idea he"d been doin" any more"n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightfor"ard as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres all said he laid over any frog that ever _they_ see.

Well, Smiley kep" the beast in a little lattice box, and he used to fetch him downtown sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a feller--a stranger in the camp, he was--come acrost him with his box, and says:

"What might it be that you"ve got in the box?"

And Smiley says, sorter indifferent-like, "It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, maybe, but it ain"t--it"s only just a frog."

And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says, "H"m--so "tis. Well, what"s _he_ good for?"

"Well," Smiley says, easy and careless, "he"s good enough for _one_ thing, I should judge--he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County."

The feller took the box again, and took another long, particular look, and give it back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate, "Well," he says, "I don"t see no p"ints about that frog that"s any better"n any other frog."

"Maybe you don"t," Smiley says. "Maybe you understand frogs and maybe you don"t understand "em; maybe you"ve had experience, and maybe you ain"t only a amature, as it were. Anyways, I"ve got _my_ opinion, and I"ll resk forty dollars that he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County."

And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad like, "Well, I"m only a stranger here, and I ain"t got no frog; but if I had a frog I"d bet you."

And then Smiley says, "That"s all right--that"s all right--if you"ll hold my box a minute I"ll go and get you a frog." And so the feller took the box, and put up his forty dollars along with Smiley"s, and set down to wait.

So he set there a good while thinking and thinking to himself, and then he got the frog out and prized his mouth open and took a teaspoon and filled him full of quail shot--filled him pretty near up to his chin--and set him on the floor. Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says:

"Now, if you"re ready, set him alongside of Dan"l with his forepaws just even with Dan"l"s, and I"ll give the word." Then he says, "One--two--three--_git!_" and him and the feller touched up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off lively, but Dan"l give a heave, and hysted up his shoulders--so--like a Frenchman, but it warn"t no use--he couldn"t budge; he was planted as solid as a church, and he couldn"t no more stir than if he was anch.o.r.ed out. Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted too, but he didn"t have no idea what the matter was, of course.

The feller took the money and started away; and when he was going out at the door, he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder--so--at Dan"l, and says again, very deliberate, "Well," he says, "_I_ don"t see no p"ints about that frog that"s any better"n any other frog."