The Young Mark Twain: Amusing Scoundrel, Storytelling Genius, or Both?

When Mark Twain was 26, he spent time working in a silver mine. Twain was brash, presumptuous, and already a story telling genius.

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When writing under his pseudonym “Mark Twain,” Sam Clemens liked to present himself as an amusing scoundrel: self-centered, irreverent, often blasphemous, and thoroughly lazy.

Readers believed he was none of these things. The sheer volume of his literary output argued for his industry. And anyone who read his works knew the author was a broadminded humanitarian, earnestly concerned for the downtrodden of the world. True, he had a cynical streak and was blisteringly critical of religions, but no one doubted his devotion as a husband and father.

But that was the mature writer. As a young man, Clemens often showed traits that more closely resembled the comical Twain. According to the man with whom Clemens shared a cabin and silver mine, the 26-year-old Twain was indolent, irresponsible, and self-serving — but entertaining.

Michael J. Phillips’ Post article, “Mark Twain’s Partner,” which appeared in 1920, cites Calvin Higbie’s reminiscences of young Sam Clemens.

In 1861, Clemens unexpectedly showed up at Higbie’s cabin. He’d been sent by his older brother, Orion, to work a mine Orion and Higbie jointly owned.

To Higbie, Twain seemed brash, presumptuous, and lazy. He spent his days on the upper bunk bed — which had been Higbie’s before Twain appropriated it — telling one story after another. Higbie couldn’t stay irritated with the young man, though, because the stories were so entertaining. In fact, Higbie found he was spending so much time listening to Twain he wasn’t getting his own work done.

Twain wasn’t idle, however. In these days, he began writing pieces that were published in the Virginia City Enterprise. Some of them were recycled in the book Roughing It, Twain’s account of his life in the west.

He wrote how he and Higbie had made and lost a fortune when he failed to file a claim on a rich mine.

As Twain tells it, Higbie left him a note in their cabin directing him to file the claim, but Twain found it too late. Before he could reach the county office, others had claimed the mine.

Higbie’s version disagrees. He claims that Twain first agreed to file the claim, but then became distracted and simply forgot to complete the paperwork.

Who are we to believe?

We don’t know Higbie, but we know Twain and his genius for storytelling. Roughing It isn’t autobiographical, but rather a creative work that contains travel writing, anecdotes, and tall tales.

Both men claim Twain was responsible for losing the mine, but it didn’t appear to ruin their friendship. In the Post article, Higbie offered a good excuse for Twain not filing a deed for the mine. Twain, for his part, dedicated Roughing It to Higbie, “an honest man, a genial comrade, and a steadfast friend.”

Read the original story of Mark Twain’s partner, Calvin Higbie, in this September 11, 1920 issue of the Post.

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  1. Mark Twain is one of my favorite authors. His life was often a wild ride, and who the real Mark Twain/Samuel Clemens was, was probably a mixture of all of the above. I want to read the 1920 article in more depth over the Holiday weekend.

    On a personal note, his books ‘Tom Sawyer’ and ‘The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn’ were read to us by our 5th grade teacher in the spring of 1968 most days for about 45 minutes after the lunch break, before resuming the regular subjects.

    Mrs. Brickner started reading shortly before the assassination of Martin Luther King, and ended the second book shortly after Robert Kennedy’s in June. Twain’s 19th century books were a calming escape with children and situations that were still relateable to suburban children nearly 100 years later.

    That was nearly 50 years ago now, and I doubt today’s 5th graders could relate to his stories which is sad, but not surprising. You have to be able to use your imagination, and not be expecting Star Wars and Harry Potter-style constant audio/visual overstimulation. I don’t think that’s possible now.


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