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Putting all things together, I begin to think I am rather lucky than otherwise--a notion which I was slow to take up.The other night I was about to round to for a storm--but concluded that I could find a smoother bank somewhere.I landed 5 miles below.The storm came--passed away and did not injure us.Coming up, day before yesterday, I looked at the spot I first chose, and half the trees on the bank were torn to shreds.We couldn't have lived 5 minutes in such a tornado.And I am also lucky in having a berth, while all the young pilots are idle.This is the luckiest circumstance that ever befell me.Not on account of the wages--for that is a secondary consideration--but from the fact that the City of Memphis is the largest boat in the trade and the hardest to pilot, and consequently I can get a reputation on her, which is a thing I never could accomplish on a transient boat.I can "bank" in the neighborhood of $100 a month on her, and that will satisfy me for the present (principally because the other youngsters are sucking their fingers.)Bless me! what a pleasure there is in revenge! and what vast respect Prosperity commands! Why, six months ago, I could enter the "Rooms," and receive only a customary fraternal greeting--but now they say, "Why, how are you, old fellow--when did you get in?"And the young pilots who used to tell me, patronizingly, that I could never learn the river cannot keep from showing a little of their chagrin at seeing me so far ahead of them.Permit me to "blow my horn," for Iderive a living pleasure from these things, and I must confess that when I go to pay my dues, I rather like to let the d---d rascals get a glimpse of a hundred dollar bill peeping out from amongst notes of smaller dimensions, whose face I do not exhibit! You will despise this egotism, but I tell you there is a "stern joy" in it.....

Pilots did not remain long on one boat, as a rule; just why it is not so easy to understand.Perhaps they liked the experience of change; perhaps both captain and pilot liked the pursuit of the ideal.In the light-hearted letter that follows--written to a friend of the family, formerly of Hannibal--we get something of the uncertainty of the pilot's engagements.

To Mrs.Elizabeth W.Smith, in ,Jackson, Cape Girardeau County, Mo.:

ST.Louis, Oct.31 [probably 1859].

DEAR AUNT BETSEY,--Ma has not written you, because she did not know when I would get started down the river again.....

You see, Aunt Betsey, I made but one trip on the packet after you left, and then concluded to remain at home awhile.I have just discovered this morning that I am to go to New Orleans on the "Col.Chambers"--fine, light-draught, swift-running passenger steamer--all modern accommodations and improvements--through with dispatch--for freight or passage apply on board, or to--but--I have forgotten the agent's name--however, it makes no difference--and as I was saying, or had intended to say, Aunt Betsey, probably, if you are ready to come up, you had better take the "Ben Lewis," the best boat in the packet line.She will be at Cape Girardeau at noon on Saturday (day after tomorrow,) and will reach here at breakfast time, Sunday.If Mr.Hamilton is chief clerk,--very well, I am slightly acquainted with him.And if Messrs.Carter Gray and Dean Somebody (I have forgotten his other name,) are in the pilot-house--very well again-I am acquainted with them.Just tell Mr.Gray, Aunt Betsey--that I wish him to place himself at your command.

All the family are well--except myself--I am in a bad way again--disease, Love, in its most malignant form.Hopes are entertained of my recovery, however.At the dinner table--excellent symptom--I am still as "terrible as an army with banners."Aunt Betsey--the wickedness of this world--but I haven't time to moralize this morning.

Goodbye SAM CLEMENS.

As we do not hear of this "attack" again, the recovery was probably prompt.His letters are not frequent enough for us to keep track of his boats, but we know that he was associated with Bixby from time to time, and now and again with one of the Bowen boys, his old Hannibal schoolmates.He was reveling in the river life, the ease and distinction and romance of it.No other life would ever suit him as well.He was at the age to enjoy just what it brought him --at the airy, golden, overweening age of youth.

To Orion Clemens, in Keokuk, Iowa:

ST.LOUIS, Mch.1860.

MY DEAR BRO.,--Your last has just come to hand.It reminds me strongly of Tom Hood's letters to his family, (which I have been reading lately).

But yours only remind me of his, for although there is a striking likeness, your humour is much finer than his, and far better expressed.

Tom Hood's wit, (in his letters) has a savor of labor about it which is very disagreeable.Your letter is good.That portion of it wherein the old sow figures is the very best thing I have seen lately.Its quiet style resembles Goldsmith's "Citizen of the World," and "Don Quixote,"--which are my beau ideals of fine writing.

You have paid the preacher! Well, that is good, also.What a man wants with religion in these breadless times, surpasses my comprehension.