Howdy, friends—Huckly here.
I put this message in the queue to run out on the day I leave to tell you this blog will be on hiatus for the summer.
Sorry about the inconvenience but feel free to browse around with the stuff that’s already posted.
Mark Twain model Barlow pocket knife from the Dave Thomson collection
Mary gave him a bran-new “Barlow” knife worth twelve and a half cents; and the convulsion of delight that swept his system shook him to his foundations. True, the knife would not cut anything, but it was a “sure-enough” Barlow, and there was inconceivable grandeur in that - though where the Western boys ever got the idea that such a weapon could possibly be counterfeited to its injury, is an imposing mystery and will always remain so, perhaps.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
“Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.”
— Mark Twain, Following the Equator, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s New Calendar