Twain - Victory???
Hey Folks,
I’ve been re-reading Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court and sharing pieces of Twain’s political commentary with you here (this is the 36th entry) .
Chapter 43 – Last time, the Yankee described the early effect of his several electrified fences: “Land, what a sight! We were enclosed in three walls of dead men!”
Then he electrified all the fences: “I shot the current through all the fences and struck the whole host dead in their tracks. There was a groan you could hear ! It voiced the death-pang of eleven thousand men. It swelled out on the night with awful pathos.”
Now, here is the rest of the chapter:
“A glance showed that the rest of the enemy – perhaps ten thousand strong – were between us and the encircling ditch, and pressing forward to the assault. Consequently we had them all! And had them past help. Time for the last act of the tragedy. I fired the three appointed revolver shots – which meant:
‘Turn on the water!’
There was a sudden rush and roar, and in a minute the mountain brook was raging through the big ditch and creating a river a hundred feet wide and twenty-five deep.
‘Stand to your guns, men! Open fire!’
The thirteen gatlings began to vomit death into the fated ten thousand. They halted, they stood their ground a moment against that withering deluge of fire, then they broke, faced about and swept toward the ditch like chaff before a gale. A full fourth part of their force never reached the top of the lofty embankment, the three-fourths reached it and plunged over – to death by drowning.
Within ten short minutes after we had opened fire, armed resistance was totally annihilated, the campaign was ended, we fifty-four were masters of England! Twenty-five thousand men lay dead around us.
But how treacherous is fortune! In a little while – say an hour – happened a thing, by my own fault, which – but I have no heart to write that. Let the record end here."
I’ve been re-reading Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur’s Court and sharing pieces of Twain’s political commentary with you here (this is the 36th entry) .
Chapter 43 – Last time, the Yankee described the early effect of his several electrified fences: “Land, what a sight! We were enclosed in three walls of dead men!”
Then he electrified all the fences: “I shot the current through all the fences and struck the whole host dead in their tracks. There was a groan you could hear ! It voiced the death-pang of eleven thousand men. It swelled out on the night with awful pathos.”
Now, here is the rest of the chapter:
“A glance showed that the rest of the enemy – perhaps ten thousand strong – were between us and the encircling ditch, and pressing forward to the assault. Consequently we had them all! And had them past help. Time for the last act of the tragedy. I fired the three appointed revolver shots – which meant:
‘Turn on the water!’
There was a sudden rush and roar, and in a minute the mountain brook was raging through the big ditch and creating a river a hundred feet wide and twenty-five deep.
‘Stand to your guns, men! Open fire!’
The thirteen gatlings began to vomit death into the fated ten thousand. They halted, they stood their ground a moment against that withering deluge of fire, then they broke, faced about and swept toward the ditch like chaff before a gale. A full fourth part of their force never reached the top of the lofty embankment, the three-fourths reached it and plunged over – to death by drowning.
Within ten short minutes after we had opened fire, armed resistance was totally annihilated, the campaign was ended, we fifty-four were masters of England! Twenty-five thousand men lay dead around us.
But how treacherous is fortune! In a little while – say an hour – happened a thing, by my own fault, which – but I have no heart to write that. Let the record end here."
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