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When Mark Twain was writing his "Life on the Mississippi" (maybe that is not the exact title but it can't be far out of the way) he and Osgood came down the river to New Orleans. They spent one night at my house and your father came to New Orleans to meet them. The three gave us a happy evening in our parlor.
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Clemens was trying as early as that to arrange for himself, me, your father, Aldrich and Howells to read together on the platform. Your father could not overcome his shyness enough to read in our parlor to the family circle and Mark read for him. You will find the story in his Life (or Old Times) on the Mississippi. The children were inconsolable to find Uncle Remus nothing more than a white man!
If I could see you next May as I pass homeward thru New
York I could tell you more about your
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father's diffidence, which often made
his friends the fonder of him.
By the Center for Digital Research in the Humanities at the University of Nebraska–Lincoln, in conjunction with the Center for the Humanities at Washington University in St. Louis.