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One of America’s favorite authors is Samuel Clemens, better known as Mark Twian. He began his early adventures in Missouri. He was both a riverboat captain and newspaper man. <\/p>\n
Mark Twain would settle in Hartford, Connecticut, where he became somewhat of a local celebrity in his time.<\/p>\n
He also journeyed to Hawaii and chronicled his adventures.<\/p>\n
Here is an excerpt from Mark Twain’s Hawaii vacation:<\/p>\n
“I am probably the most sensitive man in Hawaii to-night–especially about sitting down in the presence of my betters. I have ridden fifteen or twenty miles on horse-back since 5 P.M. and to tell the honest truth, I have a delicacy about sitting down at all.<\/p>\n
An excursion to Diamond Head and the King’s Coacoanut Grove was planned to-day–time, 4:30 P.M.–the party to consist of half a dozen gentlemen and three ladies. <\/p>\n
They all started at the appointed hour except myself. I was at the Government prison, (with Captain Fish and anotherwhaleship-skipper, Captain Phillips,) and got so interested in its examination that I did not notice how quickly the time was passing. Somebody remarked that it was twenty minutes past five o’clock, and that woke me up. <\/p>\n
It was a fortunate circumstance that Captain Phillips was along with his “turn out,” as he calls a top-buggy that Captain Cook brought here in 1778, and a horse that was here when Captain Cook came. Captain Phillips takes a just pride in his driving and in the speed of his horse, and to his passion for displaying them I owe it that we were only sixteen minutes coming from the prison to the American Hotel–a distance which has been estimated to be over half a mile. <\/p>\n
But it took some fearful driving. <\/p>\n
The Captain’s whip came down fast, and the blows started so much dust out of the horse’s hide that during the last half of the journey we rode through an impenetrable fog, and ran by a pocket
\ncompass in the hands of Captain Fish, a whaler of twenty-six years experience, who sat there through the perilous voyage as self-possessed as if he had been on the euchre-deck of his own ship, and calmly said, “Port your helm–port,” from time to time, and “Hold her a little free –steady–so–so,” and “Luff–hard down to starboard!” and never once lost his presence of mind or betrayed the least anxiety by voice or manner.<\/p>\n
When we came to anchor at last, and Captain Phillips looked at his watch and said, “Sixteen minutes–I told you it was in her! that’s over three miles an hour!” <\/strong>I could see he felt entitled to a compliment,
\nand so I said I had never seen lightning go like that horse. And I never had.”<\/p>\n