Meet us on:
Welcome to Read Print! Sign in with
to get started!
Entire Site
    Try our fun game

    Dueling book covers…may the best design win!

    Random Quote
    "I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence, but it comes from within. It is there all the time."

    Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Follow us on Twitter

    Never miss a good book again! Follow Read Print on Twitter

    Chapter 14

    • Rate it:
    • Average Rating: 4.7 out of 5 based on 5 ratings
    • 6 Favorites on Read Print
    Launch Reading Mode Next Chapter
    Chapter 14
    Previous Chapter

    It is five months. Or is it six? My troubles have clouded my
    memory. I have been all over this land, from end to end, and now I
    am back again since day before yesterday, to that city which we
    passed through, that last day of our long journey, and which is
    near her country home. I am a tottering ruin and my eyes are dim,
    but I recognized it. If she could see me she would know me and
    sound my call. I wish I could hear it once more; it would revive
    me, it would bring back her face and the mountains and the free
    life, and I would come - if I were dying I would come! She would
    not know ME, looking as I do, but she would know me by my star.
    But she will never see me, for they do not let me out of this
    shabby stable - a foul and miserable place, with most two wrecks
    like myself for company.

    How many times have I changed hands? I think it is twelve times -
    I cannot remember; and each time it was down a step lower, and each
    time I got a harder master. They have been cruel, every one; they
    have worked me night and day in degraded employments, and beaten
    me; they have fed me ill, and some days not at all. And so I am
    but bones, now, with a rough and frowsy skin humped and cornered
    upon my shrunken body - that skin which was once so glossy, that
    skin which she loved to stroke with her hand. I was the pride of
    the mountains and the Great Plains; now I am a scarecrow and
    despised. These piteous wrecks that are my comrades here say we
    have reached the bottom of the scale, the final humiliation; they
    say that when a horse is no longer worth the weeds and discarded
    rubbish they feed to him, they sell him to the bull-ring for a
    glass of brandy, to make sport for the people and perish for their

    To die - that does not disturb me; we of the service never care for
    death. But if I could see her once more! if I could hear her bugle
    sing again and say, "It is I, Soldier - come!"
    Next Chapter
    Chapter 14
    Previous Chapter
    If you're writing a Mark Twain essay and need some advice, post your Mark Twain essay question on our Facebook page where fellow bookworms are always glad to help!

    Top 5 Authors

    Top 5 Books

    Book Status
    Want to read

    Are you sure you want to leave this group?