Comedy v. Tragedy, Round 3

In this example from Mark Twain’s Roughing It, the protagonist (Twain) has just moved to Carson City, Nevada, from Missouri and is considered a tenderfoot, aka a sucker. Although the Twain character is holding on for dear life, the stranger watching makes a casual comment about the horse, ignoring the airborne Twain’s pain and plight.

“And sold!” said the auctioneer, and passed over the Genuine Mexican Plug to me.QT_RoughingIt2

I could scarcely contain my exultation. I paid the money, and put the animal in a neighboring livery-stable to dine and rest himself.

In the afternoon I brought the creature into the plaza, and certain citizens held him by the head, and others by the tail, while I mounted him. As soon as they let go, he placed all his feet in a bunch together, lowered his back, and then suddenly arched it upward, and shot me straight into the air a matter of three or four feet! I came as straight down again, lit in the saddle, went instantly up again, came down almost on the high pommel, shot up again, and came down on the horse’s neck—all in the space of three or four seconds. Then he rose and stood almost straight up on his hind feet, and I, clasping his lean neck desperately, slid back into the saddle, and held on. He came down, and immediately hoisted his heels in the air, delivering a vicious kick at the sky, and stood on his forefeet. And then down he came once more, and began the original exercise of shooting me straight up again. The third time I went up I heard a stranger say: “Oh, don’t he buck, though!”


Context: Jerome describes traveling by boat and the stages of getting sea sick. He walks us through an overview of a water-based trip, from the confident pre-boarding sensation through the pain of being sick while on board to the end of the trip, when things are looking up again.  It’s a whimsical piece of writing that uses both specifics and generalities. 

You start on Monday with the idea implanted in your bosom that you are going to enjoy yourself. You wave an airy adieu to the boys on QT_ThreeMeninaBoat2shore, light your biggest pipe, and swagger about the deck as if you were Captain Cook, Sir Francis Drake, and Christopher Columbus all rolled into one. On Tuesday, you wish you hadn’t come. On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, you wish you were dead. On Saturday, you are able to swallow a little beef tea, and to sit up on deck, and answer with a wan, sweet smile when kind-hearted people ask you how you feel now. On Sunday, you begin to walk about again, and take solid food. And on Monday morning, as, with your bag and umbrella in your hand, you stand by the gunwale, waiting to step ashore, you begin to thoroughly like it. (from Three Men in a Boat [To Say Nothing of the Dog] by Jerome K. Jerome)



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