Clemens overshadowed his older brother Clemuel Sammens. For while Samuel wrote
many a witty word, Clemuel only wrote one word in his entire life, and that was
containing that word hung in a frame on the wall of the Clemens household for
some time, for it was the last bit of the living Clemuel the family had, after
the rest of him died in a steamboat explosion, the poor dear. They never did
find his body, at least not by searching the river.
found his body when the lad showed up on the front porch the next day, looking
quite a bit more grey than usual and claiming to be someone named Clamuel
Semmens. Goodness, said Ma. What a rotten development, said Pa. I'll take care
of it, said Sam, and shot Clam through the heart with a rifle. Then they buried
him in the backyard and made a nice marker.
later there was a knock on the front door and there was a man claiming to be
someone named Clumael Semmens, and saying that their earlier treatment was very rude, thank you very much, and could they kindly -- and Sam grabbed the lad by
the shirt collar and tossed him all the way to the Mississippi river.
later Sam was out about town when he was tapped on the shoulder by a distinctly
grey young man who claimed to be someone named Clemeel Sammuns. Clem tried to
ask Sam for a particular object, but Sam himself could not hear it while he was
steering Clem to stand underneath a piano being raised into someone's
second-story apartment. He certainly heard the piano when it struck the
later there was a knock on the door and there stood a young man whose face was
literally slate grey, and before he could explain who he was Sam was pointing a
rifle at him, but before he could shoot the grey young man was bending the
barrel backwards at Sam, and then pointing to the scrap of paper in the frame
it hung in pride of place on the parlor wall.
him the paper and he left, never to be seen again. Although young Sam would, on
occasions when he was feeling wicked, stand upon the porch and say to his
parents that he fancied he could almost hear his brother's voice on the wind,
and he would chortle when they began to shiver.
In the Mark
Twain House in Hartford, there is a door in the billiard parlor with a man
painted on it, and the man's skin is grey. The tour guides say they have no
idea what that's about.