 Chapter 1 of Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven by Mark Twain This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Reading by Greg Marguerite Chapter 1 of Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven by Mark Twain Chapter 1 Well, when I had been dead about thirty years, I'd begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, I'd been whizzing through space all that time like a comet. Like a comet. Why, Peters, I laid over the lot of them. Of course, there weren't any of them going my way as a steady thing, you know, but they'd travel in a long circle like the loop of a lasso, whereas I was pointed as straight as a dart for the hereafter. But I happened on one every now and then that was going my way for an hour or so, and then we had a bit of a brush together. But it was generally pretty one-sided, because I sailed by them the same as if they were standing still. An ordinary comet don't make more than about two hundred thousand miles a minute. Of course, when I came across one of that sort, like Yankees and Halley's comets, for instance, it warn't anything but a flash and a vanish, you see. You couldn't rightly call it a race. It was as if the comet was a gravel train and I was a telegraph dispatch. But after I got outside of our astronomical system, I used to flush a comet occasionally that was something like—we haven't got any such comets, ours don't begin. One night I was swinging along at a good round gate. Everything taut and trim and the wind in my favor. I judged I was going about a million miles a minute. It might have been more. It couldn't have been less. When I flushed a most uncommonly big one about three points off my starboard bow. By his stern lights I judged he was bearing about northeast and by north half-east. Well, it was so near my course that I wouldn't throw away the chance. So I fell off a point, steadied my helm, and went for him. You should have heard me whizz and seen the electric fur fly. In about a minute and a half I was fringed out with an electrical nimbus that flamed around for miles and miles and lit up all space like broad day. The comet was burning blue in the distance, like a sickly torch when I first sighted him, but he begun to grow bigger and bigger as I crept up on him. I slipped up on him so fast that when I had gone about 150 million miles I was close enough to be swallowed up in the phosphorescent glory of his wake and I couldn't see anything for the glare. Thanks I, it won't do to run into him, so I shunted to one side and tore along. By and by I closed up a breast of his tail. Do you know what it was like? It was like a gnat closing up on the continent of America. I forged along. By and by I had sailed along his coast for a little upwards of 150 million miles and then I could see by the shape of him that I hadn't even got up to his waistband yet. Why, Peters, we don't know anything about comets down here. If you want to see comets, that are comets. You've got to go outside our solar system, where there's room for them. You understand? Friend, I've seen comets out there that couldn't even lay down inside the orbits of our noblest comets without their tails hanging over. Well, I boomed along another 150 million miles and got up, abreast his shoulder, as you might say. I was feeling pretty fine, I tell you, but just then I noticed the officer of the deck come to the side and hoist his glass in my direction. Straight off I heard him sing out. Below there, ahoy. Shake her up, shake her up. Heave on a hundred million billion tons of brimstone. Aye, aye, sir. Pipe the starboard watch, all hands on deck. Aye, aye, sir. Send 200,000 million men aloft to shake out royals and skyscrapers. Aye, aye, sir. Hand the stunnels. Hang out every rag you've got. Clothe her from stem to rudder post. Aye, aye, sir. About a second I begun to see I'd woke up a pretty ugly customer, Peters. In less than ten seconds that comet was just a blazing cloud of red-hot canvas. It was piled up to the heavens clean out of sight. The old things seemed to swell out and occupy all space. The sulfur smoke from the furnaces. Though, well, nobody can describe the way it rolled and tumbled up into the skies, and nobody can half describe the way it smelled. Neither can anybody begin to describe the way that monstrous craft begun to crash along. And such another powwow. Thousands of bosons whistle screaming at once, and a crew like the populations of a hundred thousand worlds like ours all swearing at once. Well, I never heard the like of it before. We roared and thundered along side by side, both doing our level best, because I'd never struck a comet before that could lay over me. And so I was bound to beat this one or break something. I judged I had some reputation in space and I calculated to keep it. I noticed I wasn't gaining as fast now as I was before, but still I was gaining. There was a power of excitement on board the comet. Upwards of a hundred billion passengers swarmed up from below and rushed to the side and begun to bet on the race. Of course, this careened her and damaged her speed. But wasn't the mate mad? He jumped at that crowd with his trumpet in his hand and sung out, A midships, a midships, you, or I'll bring the last idiot of you. Well, sir, I gained and gained, little by little, till at last I went skimming sweetly by the magnificent old conflagloration's nose. By this time the captain of the comet had been rousted out and he stood there in the red glare forward by his mate, in his shirt sleeves and slippers, his hair all rat's nests and one suspender hanging, and how sick those two men did look. I just simply couldn't help putting my thumb to my nose as I glided away and singing out, ta-ta, ta-ta, any word to send to your family? Peters, it was a mistake. Yes, sir, I've often regretted that. It was a mistake. You see, the captain had given up the race, but that remark was too tedious for him. He couldn't stand it. He turned to the mate and says he, Have we got brimstone enough of our own to make the trip? Yes, sir. Sure? Yes, sir, more than enough. How much have we got in cargo for Satan? Uh, eighteen hundred thousand billion quintillions of kzarks. Very well, then. Let his borders freeze till the next comet comes. Lighten ship. Lively now. Lively men. Heave the whole cargo overboard. Peters, look me in the eye and be calm. I found out over there that a kzark is exactly the bulk of 169 worlds like ours. They hove all that load overboard. When it fell, it wiped out a considerable raft of stars just as clean as if they'd been candles and somebody blowed them out. As for the race, that was at an end. The minute she was lightened, the comet swung along by me the same as if I was anchored. The captain stood on the stern by the after-davids and put his thumb to his nose and sung out, Ta-ta, ta-ta. Maybe you've got some message to send to your friends in the everlasting tropics. Then he hove up his other suspender and started forward and inside of three-quarters of an hour, his craft was only a pale torch again in the distance. Yes, it was a mistake, Peters, that remark of mine. I don't reckon I'll ever get over being sorry about it. I'd have beat the bully of the affirmment if I'd kept my mouth shut. But I've wandered a little off the track of my tail. I'll get back on my course again. Now, you see what kind of speed I was making. So, as I said, when I had been tearing along this way about thirty years, I begun to get uneasy. Oh, it was pleasant enough, with a good deal to find out, but then it was kind of lonesome, you know. Besides, I wanted to get somewhere. I hadn't shipped with the idea of cruising forever. First off, I liked the delay because I judged I was going to fetch up in pretty warm quarters once I got through. But towards the last, I began to feel that I'd rather go to, well, most any place so as to finish up the uncertainty. Well, one night. It was always night except when I was rushing by some star that was occupying the whole universe with its fire and its glare. Light enough, then, of course, but I necessarily left it behind in a minute or two and plunged into a solid week of darkness again. The stars ain't so close together as they look to be. Where was I? Oh, yes. One night I was sailing along when I discovered a tremendous long row of blinking lights away on the horizon ahead. As I approached, they begun to tower and swell and look like mighty furnaces. Says I to myself. By George, I've arrived at last. And at the wrong place. Just as I expected. Then I fainted. I don't know for how long I was insensible, but it must have been a good while. For when I came to, the darkness was all gone, and there was the loveliest sunshine and the bombiest, fragrantest air in its place. And there was such a marvelous world spread out before me. Such a glowing, beautiful, bewitching country. The things I took for furnaces and gates, miles high, made all of flashing jewels and they pierced a wall of solid gold that you couldn't see the top of nor yet the end of in either direction. I was pointed straight for one of these gates and a coming like a house of fire. Now I noticed that the skies were black with millions of people pointed for those gates. What a roar they made rushing through the air. The ground was as thick as ants with people too. Billions of them, I judge. I lit. I drifted up to a gate with a swarm of people and when it was my turn the head clerk says in a business-like way, well, quick, where are you from? San Francisco, says I. Sanfran—what? says he. San Francisco. He scratched his head and looked puzzled. Then he says, is it a planet? By George Peters, think of it. Planet, says I, it's a city and moreover it's one of the biggest and finest and there, there, says he. No time here for conversation. We don't deal in cities here. Where are you from in a general way? Oh, I says. I beg your pardon. Put me down for California. I had him again, Peters. He puzzled a second and he says sharp and irritable. I don't know any such planet. Is it a constellation? Oh, my goodness, says I. Constellation says you know. It's a state. Man, we don't deal in states here. Will you tell me where you are from in general? At large. Don't you understand? Oh, now I get your idea, I says. I'm from America, the United States of America. Peters, do you know, I had him again. If I hadn't, I'm a clam. His face was as blank as a target after a militia shooting match. He turned to an underclerk and says, Where is America? What is America? The underclerk answered up, prompt, and says, There ain't no such orb. Orb, says I. Why, what are you talking about, young man? It ain't an orb. It's a country. It's a continent. Columbus discovered it. I reckon likely you've heard of him anyway. America, why? Sir, America. Silence, says the headclerk. Once and for all, where are you from? Well, says I. I don't know anything more to say unless I lump things and just say I'm from the world. Ah, says he, brightening up. Now that's something like what world? Peters, he had me that time. I looked at him puzzled. He looked at me worried. Then he burst out, come, come, what world? Says I, why, the world, of course. The world, he says. There's billions of them. Next. That meant for me to stand aside. I'd done so, and a sky blue man with seven heads and only one leg hopped into my place. I took a walk. It just occurred to me then that all the myriads I had seen swarming to the gate up to this time were just like that creature. I tried to run across somebody I was acquainted with, but they were out of acquaintances of mine just then. So I thought the thing all over and finally sidled back there, pretty meek and feeling rather stumped as you might say. Well, said the head clerk. Well, sir, I says pretty humble. I don't seem to make out which world it is I'm from, but you may know it from this. It's the one the Saviour saved. He bent his head at the name. Then he says gently. The worlds he has saved are like the gates of heaven in number. None can count them. What astronomical system is your world in? Perhaps that may assist. It's the one that has the sun in it and the moon and Mars. He shook his head at each name. Had never heard of them, you see. And Neptune and Uranus and Jupiter. Hold on, says he. Hold on a minute. Jupiter, Jupiter seems to me we had a man from there eight or nine hundred years ago, but people from that system very seldom enter by this gate. All of a sudden he begun to look me so straight in the eye that I thought he was going to bore through me. Then he says, very deliberate, did you come straight here from your system? Yes, sir, I says, but I blushed the least little bit in the world when I said it. He looked at me very stern and says, That is not true. And this is not the place for prevarication. You wandered from your course. How did it happen? Says I, blushing again. I'm sorry, and I take back what I said and confess. I raced a little with a comet one day. Only just the least little bit. Only the tiniest lip. So, so, says he. And without any sugar in his voice to speak of. I went on and says, but I only fell off just a bare point and I went right back on my course again the minute the race was over. No matter. That divergence has made all this trouble. It has brought you to a gate that is billions of leagues from the right one. If you had gone to your own gate they would have known all about your world at once and there would have been no delay. But we will try to accommodate you. He turned to an under-clerk and says, What system is Jupiter in? I don't remember, sir, but I think there is such a planet in one of the little new systems away out in one of the thinly-worlded corners of the universe. I will see. He got a balloon and sailed up and up and up in front of a map that was as big as Rhode Island. He went on up till he was out of sight and by and by he came down and got something to eat and went up again. To cut a long story short, he kept on doing this for a day or two and finally he came down and said he thought he had found that solar system but it might be fly specs. So he got a microscope and went back. It turned out better than he feared. He had roused it out our system, sure enough. He got me to describe our planet and its distance from the sun and then he says to his chief, Oh, I know the one he means now, sir. It is on the map. It is called the wart. Says I to myself, young man, it wouldn't be wholesome for you to go down there and call it the wart. Well, they let me in then and told me I was safe forever and wouldn't have any more trouble. Then they turned from me and went on with their work. The same as if they considered my case all complete and ship-shaped. I was a good deal surprised at this but I was diffident about speaking on reminding them. I did so hate to do it, you know. It seemed a pity to bother them. They had so much on their hands. Twice I thought I would give up and let the thing go. So twice I started to leave but immediately I thought of what a figure I should cut stepping out amongst the redeemed in such a rig and that made me hang back and come to anchor again. People got to eyeing me, clerks, you know, wondering why I didn't get underway. I couldn't stand this long. It was too uncomfortable. First I plucked up courage and tipped the head-clerka signal. He says, What? You hear yet what's wanting? Says I in a low voice and very confidential, making a trumpet with my hands at his ears. I beg pardon and you mustn't mind my reminding you and seeming to meddle but ain't you forgot something? He studied a second and says forgot something? No, not that I know of. Think, says I. He thought. Then he says, No, I can't seem to have forgotten anything. What is it? Look at me, says I. Look me all over. He done it. Well, says he. Well, says I. You don't notice anything? If I branched out amongst the elect looking like this, wouldn't I attract considerable attention? Wouldn't I be a little conspicuous? Well, he says I don't see anything the matter. What do you lack? Lack? Why, I lack my harp and my reef and my halo and my hymn-book and my palm branch. I lack everything that a body naturally requires up here, my friend. Puzzled? Peters, he was the worst puzzled man you ever saw. Finally, he says, Well, you seem to be a curiosity every way a body takes you. I never heard of these things before. I looked at the man a while at astonishment. Then I says, Now, I hope you don't take it as an offense, for I don't mean any. But, really, for a man that has been in the kingdom as long as I reckon you have, you do seem to know powerful little about its customs. Its customs, says he. Heaven is a large place, good friend. Large empires have many and diverse customs. Even small dominions have, as you doubtless know, by what you have seen of the matter on a small scale in the wart. How can you imagine I could ever learn the varied customs of the countless kingdoms of heaven? It makes my headache to think of it. I know the customs that prevail in those portions inhabited by people that are appointed to enter by my own gate, and hark ye, that is quite enough knowledge for one individual to try to pack into his head in the thirty-seven millions of years I have devoted night and day to that study. Learning the customs of the whole appalling expanse of heaven. Oh, man! How insanely you talk! Now, I don't doubt that this odd costume you talk about is the fashion in that district of heaven you belong to, but you won't be conspicuous in this section without it. I felt all right if that was the case, so I bade him good day and left. All day I walked toward the far end of a prodigious hall of the house, hoping to come out into heaven any moment. But it was a mistake. That hall was built on the general heavenly plan. It naturally couldn't be small. At last I got so tired I couldn't go any farther, so I sat down to rest and begun to tackle the queerest sort of strangers and ask for information. But I didn't get any. They couldn't understand my language, and I couldn't understand theirs. I got dreadfully lonesome. I was so downhearted and homesick I wished a hundred times I never had died. I turned back, of course, about noon the next day. I got back at last and was on hand at the booking office once more, says I to the head clerk. I begin to see that a man's got to be in his own heaven to be happy. Perfectly correct, says he. Did you imagine the same heaven would suit all sorts of men? Well, I had that idea, but I see the foolishness of it. Which way am I to go to the district? He called the under-clerk that had examined the map and he gave me general directions. I thanked him and started, but he says, wait a minute, it is millions of leagues from here. Go outside and stand on that red wishing carpet. Shut your eyes, hold your breath, and wish yourself there. I'm much obliged, says I. Why didn't you dart me through when I first arrived? We have a good deal to think of here. It's your place to think of it and ask for it. Goodbye. We probably shan't see you in this region for a thousand centuries or so. In that case, au revoir, says I. I hopped onto the carpet and held my breath and shut my eyes and wished I was in the booking office of my own section. The very next instant a voice I knew sung out in a business kind of way. A harp and a hymn-book, the Eli Stormfield of San Francisco. Make him out a clean bill of health and let him in. I opened my eyes. Sure enough, it was a pied engine I used to know in two-layer county, mighty good fellow. I remembered being at his funeral, which consisted of him being burnt and the other engines calming their faces with his ashes and howling like wildcats. He was powerful, glad to see me, and you may make up your mind I was just as glad to see him feel that I was in the right kind of heaven at last. Just as far as your eye could reach there was swarms of clerks running and bustling around, tricking out thousands of yanks and Mexicans and English and Arabs and all sorts of people in their new outfits. And when they gave me my kit and I put on my halo and took a look in the glass, I could have jumped over a house for joy. I was so happy. Now, says I, I'm all right. Show me a cloud. Inside of fifteen minutes I was a mile on my way toward the cloud banks and about a million people along with me. Most of us tried to fly, but some got crippled and nobody made a success of it. So we concluded to walk for the present till we had some wing practice. We begun to meet swarms of folks who were coming back. Some had harps and nothing else. Some had hymn books and nothing else. Some had nothing at all. All of them looked meek and uncomfortable. One young fellow hadn't anything left but his halo and he was carrying that in his hand. All of a sudden he offered it to me and says, will you hold it for me a minute? Then he disappeared in the crowd. I went on. A woman asked me to hold her palm branch and then she disappeared. A girl got me to hold her harp for her and by George and so on and so on till I was about loaded down to the guards. Then comes a smiling old gentleman and asked me to hold his things. I swabbed off the perspiration and says, pretty tart. I'll have to get you to excuse me, my friend. I ain't no hat rack. About this time I begun to run across piles of those traps lying in the road. I just quietly dumped my extra cargo along with them. I looked around and Peter's that whole nation that was following me were loaded down with the same as I'd been. The return crowd had got them to hold their things a minute, you see. They all dumped their loads too and we went on. When I found myself perched on a cloud with a million other people I never felt so good in my life. Says I. Now this is according to the promises. I've been having my doubts but now I am in heaven at home branch a wave or two for luck and then taught it up my harp strings and struck in. Well, Peter's, you can't imagine anything like the row we made. It was grand to listen to and made a body thrill all over but there was a considerable many tunes going on at once and that was a drawback to the harmony you understand. And then there was a lot of engine tribes and they kept up such another war whooping music. By and by I quit performing and judged I'd take a rest. There was quite a nice mild old gentleman sitting next to me and I noticed he didn't take a hand. I encouraged him but he said he was naturally bashful and was afraid to try before so many people. By and by the old gentleman said he never could seem to enjoy music somehow. The fact was I was beginning to feel the same way but I him and I had a considerable long silence then but of course it weren't noticeable in that place. After about sixteen or seventeen hours during which I played and sung a little now and then, always the same tune because I didn't know any other, I laid down my harp and begun to fan myself with a palm branch. Then we both got to sighing pretty regular. Finally says he. Don't you know any tune but the one you've been pegging about? Not another blessed one, says I. Don't you reckon you could learn another one? Says he. Never, says I. I've tried to but I couldn't manage it. It's a long time to hang to the one. E-Eternity, you know. Don't break my heart, says I. I'm getting low-spirited enough already. After another long silence says he. Are you glad to be here? Says I. Old man, I'll be frank with you. This ain't just as near my idea of bliss as I thought it was going to be when I used to go to church. Says he. What do you say to knocking off and calling it half a day? That's me, says I. I never wanted to get off watch so bad in my life. So we started. Millions were coming to the cloud bank all the time. Happy and Hosanna-ing. Millions were leaving it all yet, I tell you. We laid for the newcomers and pretty soon I'd got them to hold all of my things a minute, and then I was a free man again and most outrageously happy. Just then I ran across old Sam Bartlett, who had been dead a long time and stopped to have a talk with him. Says I. Now tell me, is this going to go on forever? Ain't there anything else for a change? Says he. I'll set you right on that point very quick. People take the figurative language of the Bible and the allegories for literal, and the first thing they ask for when they get here is a halo and a harp and so on. Nothing that's harmless and reasonable has refused a body here if he asks it in the right spirit. So they are outfitted with these things without a word. They go and sing and play just about one day and that's the last you'll ever see to tell them that that sort of thing wouldn't make a heaven. At least not a heaven that a sane man could stand a week and remain sane. That cloud bank is placed where the noise can't disturb the old inhabitants and so there ain't any harm in letting everybody get up there and cure himself as soon as he comes. Now you just remember this. Heaven is as blissful and lovely as it can be, but it's just the busiest place to remain any idle people here after the first day. Singing hymns and waving palm branches through all eternity is pretty when you hear about it in the pulpit, but it's as poor a way to put in valuable time as a body could contrive. It would just make a heaven of warbling ignoramuses, don't you see? Eternal rest sounds comforting in the pulpit too. Well, you try it once and see how heavy time will hang on you that has been active and stirring all his life would go mad in six months in a heaven where he hadn't anything to do. Heaven is the very last place to come to rest in, and don't you be afraid to bet on that. Says I. Sam, I'm as glad to hear it as I thought I'd be sorry. I'm glad I come now. Says he. Captain, ain't you pretty physically tired? Says I. I ain't any name for it. I'm dog tired. Just so, just so, you've earned a good sleep and you'll get it. You've earned a good appetite and you'll enjoy your dinner. It's the same here as it is on earth. You've got to earn a thing, square and honest before you enjoy it. You can't enjoy first and earn afterwards, but there's this difference here. You can choose your own occupation and all the powers of heaven will be put if you do your level best. The shoemaker on earth that had the soul of a poet in him won't have to make shoes here. Now, that's all reasonable and right, says I. Plenty of work and the kind you hanker after. No more pain, no more suffering. Oh, hold on. There's plenty of pain here, but it don't kill. There's plenty of suffering here, but it don't last. You see, happiness ain't a thing itself. It's only a contrast with something that ain't pleasant. That's all it is. There ain't a thing you can mention that is happiness in its own self. It's only so by contrast with the other thing. And so, as soon as the novelty is over and the force of the contrast dulled, it ain't happiness any longer and you have to get something fresh. Well, there's plenty of pain and suffering in heaven. Consequently, there's no contrast and just no end of happiness. Says I. It's the sensibleest heaven I've heard of yet, Sam. Though it's about as different from the one I was brought up on as a live princess is different from her own wax figure. Along in the first month, I knocked around the kingdom, making friends and looking at the country and finally settled down in a pretty likely region to have a rest before taking up another job on making acquaintances and gathered up information. I had a good deal of talk with an old bald-headed angel by the name of Sandy McWilliams. He was from somewhere in New Jersey. I went about with him considerable. We used to lay around warm afternoons in the shade of a rock on some meadow ground that was pretty high and out of the marshy slush of his cranberry farm. And there we used to talk about all kinds of things together. One day, says I, about how old might you be, Sandy? Seventy-two. I judged so. How long you been in heaven? Twenty-seven years come Christmas. How old was you when you come up? Why, seventy-two, of course. You can't mean it. Why can't I mean it? Because if you was seventy-two then, you are naturally ninety-nine now. No, but I ain't. I stay the same age I was when I come. Well, says I, come to think there's something just here that I want to ask about. Down below I always had an idea that in heaven we would all be young and bright and spry. Well, you can be young if you want to. You've only got to wish. Well then, why didn't you wish? I did. They all do. You'll try it some day, like enough, but you'll get tired of the change pretty soon. Why? Well, I'll tell you. Now you've always been a sailor. Did you ever try some other business? Yes, I tried keeping grocery once up in the mines, but I couldn't stand it. It was too dull. No stir, no storm, no life about it. It was like being part dead and part alive both at the same time. I wanted to be one thing or the other. I shut up shop quick and went to see. That's it. Grocery people like it, but you couldn't. You see, you wasn't used to it. Well, I wasn't used to being young and I couldn't seem to take any interest in it. I was strong and handsome and had curly hair, yes, and wings too. Gay wings like a butterfly. I went to picnics and dances and parties with the fellows and tried to carry on and talk nonsense with the girls. But it wasn't any use. I couldn't take to it. Fact is it was an awful bore. What I wanted was early to bed and early to rise and something to do. And when my work was done I wanted to sit quiet and smoke and think, not tear around with a parcel of giddy young kids. You can't think what I suffered whilst I was young. How long was you young? Only two weeks. That was plenty for me. Laws, I was so lonesome. You see, I was full of the knowledge and experience of seventy-two years. The deepest subject those young folk could strike was only ABC to me. And to hear them argue, oh, my, it would have been funny if it hadn't been so pitiful. Well, I was so hungry for the ways and the sober talk I was used to that I tried to ring in with the old people, but they wouldn't have it. They considered me a conceited young upstart to make me the cold shoulder. Two weeks was a plenty for me. I was glad to get back my bald head again and my pipe and my old drowsy reflections in the shade of a rock or a tree. Well, says I, do you mean to say you're going to stand still at seventy-two forever? I don't know, and I ain't particular. But I ain't going to drop back to twenty-five anymore. I know that mighty well. I know a sight more than twenty-seven years ago, and I enjoy learning all the time, but I don't seem to get any older. That is, bodily. My mind gets older and stronger and better seasoned and more satisfactory. Says I, if a man comes here at ninety, don't he ever set himself back? Of course he does. He sets himself back to fourteen, tries it a couple of hours and feels like a fool, sets himself forward to twenty. It ain't much improvement. Drives thirty, fifty, eighty, and finally, ninety. Finds he is more at home and comfortable at the same old figure he is used to than any other way. Or if his mind begun to fail him on earth at eighty, that's where he finally sticks up here. He sticks at the place where his mind was last at its best, for there's where his enjoyment is best, and his way's most set and established. Does a chap of twenty-five always twenty-five and look it? If he is a fool, yes. But if he is bright and ambitious and industrious, the knowledge he gains and the experience he has, change his ways and thoughts and likings, and make him find his best pleasure in the company of people above that age. So he allows his body to take on that look of as many added years as he needs to make him comfortable and proper in that sort of society. He lets his body go on taking the look of age according as he progresses and by and by he will be bald and wrinkled outside and wise and deep within. Baby's the same? Baby's the same. Laws, what asses we used to be on earth about these things? We said we'd always be young in heaven. We didn't say how young. We didn't think of that. Perhaps that is we didn't all think alike anyway. When I was a boy of seven I suppose I thought we'd all be twelve in heaven. When I was twelve I suppose I thought we'd all be eighteen or twenty in heaven. When I was forty I begun to go back. I remember I hoped we'd all be about thirty years of age in heaven. Neither a man nor a boy ever thinks the age he has is exactly the best one. He puts the right age a few years older or a few years younger than he is. Then he makes that ideal age the general age of the heavenly people. And he expects everybody to stick at that age, stand stock still and expects them to enjoy it. Now just think of the idea of standing still in heaven. Think of a heaven made up entirely of hoop-rolling marble-playing cubs of seven years or of awkward diffident sentimental immaturities of nineteen or of vigorous people of thirty, healthy-minded, brimming with ambition but chained hand and foot to that one age and its limitations like so many helpless galley slaves. Think of the dull sameness of a society made up of people all of one age and one set of looks, habits, tastes and feelings. Think how superior to it earth would be with its variety of types and faces and ages and the enlivening attrition of the myriad interests that come into pleasant collision in such a society. Look here, says I. Do you know what you're doing? Well, what am I doing? You are making heaven pretty comfortable in one way, but you are playing the mischief with it in another. How do you mean? Well, I says, take a young mother that's lost her child and shh! He says, look! It was a woman, middle-aged and had grizzled hair. She was walking slow and her head down and her wings hanging limp and droopy. And she looked ever so tired and was crying poor thing. She passed along by with her head down that way and the tears running down her face and didn't see us. Then Sandy said, low and gentle and full of pity. She's hunting for her child. No. Found it, I reckon. Lord, how she's changed. But I recognize her in a minute, though it's twenty-seven years A young mother she was, about twenty-two or four or long there and blooming and lovely and sweet. Ah, just a flower. And all her heart and all her soul was wrapped up in her child. Her little girl, two years old and it died. And she went wild with grief, just wild. Well, the only comfort she had was that she'd see her child again in heaven. Never more to part, she said and kept on saying it over and over, never more to part. And the words made her happy. Yes, they did. And made her joyful. And when I was dying, twenty-seven years ago she told me to find her child the first thing and say she was coming soon, soon, very soon she hoped and believed. Why, it's pitiful, Sandy. He didn't say anything for a while, but sat looking at the ground thinking. Then he says kind of mournful. And now she's come. Well, go on. Stormfield maybe she hasn't found the child, but I think she has. Looks so to me. I've seen cases before. You see, she's kept that child in her head just the same as it was when she jounced it in her arms a little chubby thing. But here it didn't elect to stay a child. No, it elected to grow up, which it did. And in twenty-seven years it has learned all the deep scientific learning there is to learn. And in studying and studying and learning and learning more and more all the time and don't give a damn for anything but learning. Just learning. And discussing gigantic problems with people like herself. Well, Stormfield, don't you see her mother knows cranberries and how to tend them and pick them and put them up and market them and not another blamed thing. Her and her daughter can't be any more company for each other now than mud turtle and bird of paradise. Poor thing. She was looking for a baby to chounce. I think she's struck a disappointment. Sandy, what will they do, stay unhappy forever in heaven? No, they'll come together and get adjusted by and by. But not this year. And not the next. By and by. End of Chapter 1 of Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven by Mark Twain. Chapter 2 of Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven by Mark Twain. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Reading by Greg Marguerite. Chapter 2 by Mark Twain. Chapter 2 I had been having considerable trouble with my wings. The day after I helped the choir I made a dash or two with them but was not lucky. First off I flew thirty yards and then fouled an Irishman and brought him down brought us both down in fact. Next I had a collision with a bishop and bowled him down, of course. We had some sharp words and I felt pretty cheap to come hanging into a grave old person like that with a million strangers looking on and smiling to themselves. I saw I hadn't got the hang of the steering and so couldn't rightly tell where I was going to bring up when I started. I went a foot the rest of the day and let my wings hang. Early next morning I went to a private place to have some practice. I got up on a pretty high rock and got a good start and went swooping down aiming for a bush a little over three hundred yards off. But I couldn't seem to calculate for the wind which was about two points abaffed my beam. I could see I was going considerable to leeward of the bush so I worked my starboard wing slow and went ahead strong on the port one but it wouldn't answer. I could see I was going to broach too so I slowed down on both and lit. I went back to the rock and took another chance at it. I aimed two or three points to starboard of the bush. Yes more than that. Enough so as to make it nearly a headwind. I done well enough but made pretty poor time. I could see plain enough that on a headwind wings was a mistake. I could see that a body could sail pretty close to the wind but he couldn't go in the wind's eye. I could see that if I wanted to go a visiting any distance from home and the wind was ahead I might have to wait days maybe for a change. And I could see too that these things could not be any use at all in a gale. If you tried to run before the wind you would make a mess of it for there isn't any way to shorten sail like reefing you know you have to take it all in shut your feathers down flat to your sides. That would land you of course. You could lay too with your head to the wind that is the best you could do and right hard work you'd find it too. If you tried any other game you would found her for sure. I judged it was about a couple of weeks or so after this that I dropped old Sandy McWilliams a note one day it was a Tuesday and asked him to come over and take his mana and quails with me the next day and the first thing he did when he stepped in was to twinkle his eye in a sly way and say well Cap what have you done with your wings? I saw in a minute that there was sarcasm done up in that rag somewhere but I never let on I only says go on to the wash yes he says in a dry sort of way they mostly go to the wash about this time I've often noticed it fresh angels are powerful neat when do you look for him back day after tomorrow says I he winked at me and smiled says I Sandy out with it come no secrets among friends I notice you don't ever wear wings and plenty others don't I've been making a nest of myself is that it? that is about the size of it but it's no harm we all do it at first it's perfectly natural you see on earth we jumped to such foolish conclusions as to things up here in the pictures we always saw the angels with wings on and that was all right but we jumped to the conclusion that that was their way of getting around that was all wrong the wings ain't anything but a uniform that's all when they are in the field so to speak they always wear them you never see an angel going with a message anywhere without his wings any more than you would see a military officer presiding at a court-martial without his uniform or a postman delivering letters or a policeman walking his bead in plain clothes but they ain't to fly in the wings are for show old experienced angels are like officers of the regular army they dress plain when they are off duty new angels are like the militia never shed the uniform always fluttering and floundering around in the wings butting people down flapping here and there and everywhere always imagining they are attracting the admiring eye well they just think they are the very most important people in heaven and when you see one of them come sailing around with one wing tipped up and the other down you make up your mind he is saying to himself I wish Marianne in Arkansas could see me now I reckon she'd wish she hadn't shook me no they're just for show that's all only just for show I judge you've got it about right Sandy says I why look at yourself says he you ain't built for wings no man is you know what a grist of years it took you to come here from the earth and yet you were booming along faster than any cannonball could go suppose you had to fly that distance with your wings wouldn't eternity have been over before you got here certainly well angels have to go to the earth every day millions of them to appear in visions to dying children and good people you know it's the heft of their business they appear with their wings of course because they are on official service the dying persons wouldn't know if they were angels if they hadn't wings but do you reckon they fly with them it stands to reason they don't the wings would bear out before they got halfway even the pin feathers would be gone the wing frames would be as bare as kite sticks before the paper is pasted on the distances in heaven are billions of times greater angels have to go all over heaven every day could they do it with their wings alone no indeed they wear the wings for style but they travel any distance in an instant by wishing the wishing carpet of the arabian knights was a sensible idea but our earthly idea of angels flying these awful distances with their clumsy wings was foolish our young saints of both sexes wear wings all the time blazing red ones and blue and green and gold and variegated and rainbowed and ring streaked ones and nobody finds fault it is suitable to their time of life the things are beautiful and they set the young people off they are the most striking and lovely part of the outfit a halo don't begin well says I I've tucked mine away in a cupboard and I allow to let them lay there till there's mud yes or a reception what's that well you can see one tonight if you want to there's a barkeeper from jersey city going to be received go on tell me about it this barkeeper got converted at a moody and sanki meeting in new york and started home on the ferry boat and there was a collision and he got drowned he is of a class that think all heaven goes wild with joy when a particularly hard lot like him is saved they think all heaven turns out hosannaing to welcome them they think there isn't anything talked about in the realms of the blessed but their case for that day this barkeeper thinks there hasn't been such another stir here in years as his coming is going to raise and I've always noticed this peculiarity about a dead barkeeper he not only expects all hands to turn out when he arrives but he expects to be received with a torch light for session I reckon he is disappointed then no he isn't no man is allowed to be appointed here whatever he wants when he comes that is any reasonable and unsacred religious thing he can have there's always a few millions or billions of young folk around who don't want any better entertainment than to fill up their lungs and swarm out with their torches and have a high time over a barkeeper it tickles the barkeeper till he can't rest it makes a charming lark for the young folks it don't do anybody any harm it don't cost a wrap and it keeps the place's reputation for making all comers happy and content very good I'll be on hand and see them land that barkeeper it is manners to go in full dress you want to wear your wings you know and your other things which ones halo and harp and palm branch and all that well says I I reckon I ought to be ashamed of myself but the fact is I left them laying around that day I resigned from the choir I haven't got a rag to wear but this robe and the wings that's all right you'll find they've been raked up and saved for you send for them I'll do it sandy but what was it you were saying about unsacred religious things which people expect to get and will be disappointed about oh there are a lot of such things that people expect and don't get for instance there's a Brooklyn preacher by the name of Talmadge who is laying up a considerable disappointment for himself he says every now and then in his sermons that the first thing he does when he gets to heaven will be to fling his arms around Abraham Isaac and Jacob and kiss them and weep on them there's millions of people down there on earth that are promising themselves the same thing as many as 60,000 people arrive here every single day that want to run straight to Abraham Isaac and Jacob and hug them and weep on them now mind you today is a pretty heavy contract for those old people if they were of a mind to allow it they wouldn't ever have anything to do year in and year out but stand up and be hugged and wept on 32 hours in the 24 they would be tired out and as wet as muskrats all the time what would heaven be to them it would be a mighty good place to get out of you know that yourself those are kind and gentle old Jews but they aren't any fonder of kissing the emotional highlights of Brooklyn than you be you mark my words Mr. T's in tierments are going to be declined with thanks there are limits to the privileges of the elect even in heaven why if Adam was to show himself to every newcomer that wants to call and gaze at him and strike him for his autograph he would never have time to do anything else but just that Talmadge has said he is going to give Adam some of his attention as well as A I and J but he will have to change his mind about that do you think Talmadge will really come here why certainly he will but don't you be alarmed he will run with his own kind and there's plenty of them that is the main charm of heaven there's all kinds here which wouldn't be the case if you let the preachers tell it anybody can find the sort he prefers here and he just let the preachers alone and they let him alone when the deity builds a heaven it is built right and on a liberal plan sandy sent home for his things and I sent for mine and about nine in the evening we begun to dress sandy says this is going to be a grand time for you stormy like as not some of the patriarchs will turn out no but will they like as not of course they are pretty exclusive show themselves to the common public I believe they never turn out except for an 11th hour convert they wouldn't do it then only earthly tradition makes a grand show pretty necessary on that kind of occasion do they all turn out sandy all the patriarchs oh no hardly ever more than a couple you will be here 50,000 years maybe more before you get a glimpse of all the patriarchs and profits since I have been here Job has been to the front once and once Ham and Jeremiah both at the same time but the finest thing that has happened in my day was a year or so ago that was Charles pieces reception him they called the banner cross murderer an Englishman there were four patriarchs and two profits on the grand stand that time there hasn't been anything like it since captain kid came Abel was there the first time in 1200 years a report got around that Adam was coming well of course Abel was enough to bring a crowd all by himself but there is nobody that can draw like Adam it was a false report but it got around anyway as I say and it will be a long day before I see the like of it again the reception was in the English department of course which is 811 million miles from the New Jersey line I went along with a good many of my neighbors and it was a great opportunity to see I can tell you flocks came from all the departments I saw Eskimo there and Tartars Negros Chinaman people from everywhere you see a mixture like that in the grand choir the first day you land here but you hardly ever see it again there were billions of people when they were singing or Hosanna the noise was wonderful and even when their tongues were still the drumming of the wings was nearly high was as thick as if it was snowing angels although Adam was not there it was a great time anyway because we had three archangels on the grandstand it is a seldom thing that even one comes out what did they look like Sandy well they had shining faces and shining robes and wonderful rainbow things and they stood 18 feet high and wore swords and held their heads up in a noble way and looked like soldiers did they have halos no anyway not the hoop kind the archangels in the upper class patriarchs wear a finer thing than that it is a round solid splendid glory of gold that is blinding to look at you have often seen a patriarch in a picture on earth with that thing on you remember it he looks as if he had his head in a brass platter that don't give you the right idea of it at all it is much more shining and beautiful did you talk with those archangels in patriarch Sandy who I why what can you be thinking about stormy I ain't worthy to speak to such as they is Talmadge of course not you have got the same mixed up idea about these things that everybody has down there I had it once but I got over it down there they talk of the heavenly king and that is right but then they go right on speaking as if this was a republic and everybody was on a dead level with everybody else and privileged to fling his arms around anybody he comes across and be hail fellow well met with all the elect from the highest down how tangled up and absurd that is how are you going to have a republic under a king how are you going to have a republic at all where the head of the government is absolute holds his place forever and has no parliament no council no metal or making his affairs nobody voted for nobody elected nobody in the whole universe with a voice in the government nobody asked to take a hand in its matters and nobody allowed to do it fine republic aint it well yes it is a little different from the idea I had but I thought I might go around and get acquainted with the grandees anyway not exactly splice the main brace with them you know shake hands and pass the time of day could Tom, Dick and Harry call on the cabinet of Russia and do that on Prince Gortzchikov for instance I I reckon not Sandy well this is Russia only more so there's not the shadow of a republic about it anywhere there are ranks here there are vice roys princes, governors, sub-governors sub-sub-governors and a hundred orders of nobility being along down from grand duke archangels, stage by stage till the general level is struck where there aint any titles do you know what a prince of the blood is on earth? no well a prince of the blood don't belong to the royal family exactly and he don't belong to the mere nobility of the kingdom he is lower than the one and higher than the other that's about the position of the patriarchs and prophets here people that you and I aint worthy to polish sandals for and they aint worthy to polish sandals for the patriarchs and prophets that gives you a kind of idea of their rank don't it you begin to see how high up they are don't you just to get a two minute glimpse of one of them is a thing for a body to remember and tell about for a thousand years why captain just think of this if Abraham was to set his foot down here by this door there would be a rolling setup around that foot track right away and a shelter put over it and people would flock here from all over heaven for hundreds and hundreds of years to look at it Abraham is one of the parties that Mr. Talmadge of Brooklyn is going to embrace and kiss and weep on when he comes he wants to lay in a good stock of tears you know or five to one he'll go dry before he gets a chance to do it sandy says I I had an idea that I was going to be equals with everybody here too but I will let that drop it don't matter and I am plenty happy enough anyway captain you are happier than you would be the other way these old patriarchs and prophets have got ages the start of you they know more in two minutes than you know in a year did you ever try to have a sociable improving time discussing wins and currents and variations of compass with an undertaker I get your idea sandy he couldn't interest me he would be an ignoramus in such things he would bore me and I would bore him you have got it you would bore the patriarchs when you talked and when they talked they would shoot over your head by and by you would say good morning your eminence I will call again but you wouldn't did you ever ask the slush boy to come up in the cabin and take dinner with you I get your drift again sandy I wouldn't be used to such grand people as the patriarchs and prophets and I would be sheepish and tongue-tied in their company and mighty glad to get out of it sandy which is the highest rank patriarch or prophet oh the prophets hold over the patriarchs the newest prophet even is of a slight more consequence than the oldest patriarch yes sir Adam himself has to walk behind Shakespeare was Shakespeare a prophet of course he was and so was Homer and heaps more but Shakespeare and the rest have to walk behind a common tailor from Tennessee by the name of Billings and behind a horse doctor named Saka from Afghanistan Jeremiah and Billings and Buddha walk together side by side right behind a crowd from planets not in our astronomy next come a dozen or two from Jupiter and other worlds next come Daniel and Saka and Confucius next a lot from systems outside of ours next comes Ezekiel and Mohammed Zeroster and a knife grinder from ancient Egypt then there is a long string and after them a way down toward the bottom come Shakespeare and Homer and a shoemaker named Marais from the back settlements of France have they really rung in Mohammed and all those other heathens yes they all had their message and they all get their reward the man who don't get his reward on earth needn't bother he will get it here sure but why did they throw off on Shakespeare that way and put him away down there below those shoemakers and horse doctors and knife grinders a lot of people nobody ever heard of that is the heavenly justice of it they weren't rewarded according to their desserts on earth but here it is a rightful rank that Taylor Billings from Tennessee wrote poetry that Homer and Shakespeare couldn't begin to come up to but nobody would print it nobody read it but his neighbors an ignorant lot and they laughed at it whenever the village had a drunken frolic and a dance they would drag him in and crown him with cabbage leaves and pretend to bow down to him and one night when he was sick and nearly starved to death they had him out and crowned him on a rail about the village and everybody followed along beating ten pans and yelling well he died before morning he wasn't ever expecting to go to heaven much less that there was going to be any fuss made over him so I reckon he was a good deal surprised when the reception broke on him was you there Sandy bless you no why didn't you know it was going to come off well I judge I did it was the talk of these realms not for a day like this barkeeper business but for twenty years before the man died why the mischief didn't you go then now how you talk the like of me go meddling around at the reception of a prophet a mud sill like me trying to push in and help receive an awful grandee like Edward J. Billings why I should have been laughed at for a billion miles around haven't ever heard the last of it well who did go then mighty few people that you and I will ever get a chance to see captain not a solitary commoner ever has the luck to see a reception of a prophet I can tell you all the nobility and all the patriarchs and prophets every last one of them and all the archangels and all the princes and governors and viceroys were there and no small fry not a single one and mind you I'm not talking about only the grandees from our world but the princes and patriarchs and so on from all the worlds that shine in our sky and from billions more that belong in systems upon systems away outside of the one our son is in there were some prophets and patriarchs there that ours into circumstance too for rank and illustriousness and all that some were from Jupiter and other worlds in our own system but the most celebrated were three poets Bo and Suf from great planets in three different and very remote systems these three names are common and familiar in every nook and corner of heaven clear from one end of it to the other fully as well known as the eighty supreme archangels and in fact whereas our Moses and Adam and the rest have not been heard of outside of our world's little corner of heaven except by a few very learned men scattered here and there and they always spell their names wrong and get the performances of one mixed up with the doings of another and they almost always locate them simply in our solar system and think that is enough without going into little details such as naming the particular world they are from it is like a learned Hindu showing off how much he knows by saying long fellow lives in the United States as if he lived all over the United States and as if the country was so small you couldn't throw a brick there without hitting him between you and me it does gravel me the cool way people from those monster worlds outside our system snub our little world and even our system of course we think a good deal of Jupiter because our world is only a potato to it for size but then there are worlds in other systems that Jupiter isn't even a mustard seed to like the planet gubra for instance which you couldn't squeeze inside the orbit of Halley's comet without straining the rivets tourists from gubra I mean parties that lived and died there natives come here now and then an inquire about our world and when they find out it is so little that a streak of lightning can flash clear around it in an eighth of a second they have to lean up against something to laugh then they screw a glass into their eye and go to examining us as if we were a curious kind of foreign bug or something of that sort one of them asked me how long our day was and when I told him it was 12 hours long as a general thing he asked me if people where I was from considered it worthwhile to get up and wash for such a day as that that is the way with those gubra people they can't seem to let a chance go by to throw it in your face that their day is 322 of our years long this young snob was just of age he was six or seven thousand of his days old say two million of our years and he had all the puppy heirs that belong to that time of life that turning point when a person has got over being a boy and yet ain't quite a man exactly if he had been anywhere else but in heaven I would have given him a piece of my mind well anyway billings had the grandest reception that has been seen in thousands of centuries and I think it will have a good effect his name will be carried pretty far and it will make our system talked about and maybe our world too and raise us in the respect of the general public of heaven why look here Shakespeare walked backwards before that tailor from Tennessee and scattered flowers for him to walk on and Homer stood behind his chair and waited on him at the banquet of course that didn't go for much there amongst all those big foreigners from other systems as they hadn't heard of Shakespeare or Homer either but it would amount to considerable down there on our little earth if they could know about it I wish there was something in that miserable spiritualism so we could send them word that Tennessee village would set up a monument to Billings then and his autograph would outsell Satan's well they had grand times at that reception a small fry noble from Hoboken told me all about it Sir Richard Duffer Baronette what Sandy a nobleman from Hoboken how is that easy enough Duffer kept a sausage shop and never saved a cent in his life because he used to give all his spare meat to the poor in a quiet way not tramps no the other sort the sort that will starve before they will beg honest square people out of work dick used to watch hungry-looking men and women and children and track them down and find out all about them from the neighbors and then feed them work as nobody ever saw him give anything to anybody he had the reputation of being mean he died with it too and everybody said it was a good riddance but the minute he landed here they made him a Baronette and the very first words dick the sausage maker of Hoboken heard when he stepped upon the heavenly shore were welcome Sir Richard Duffer it surprised him some because he thought he had reasons to believe he was pointed for a warmer climate than this one all of a sudden the whole region fairly rocked under the crash of eleven hundred and one thunder blasts all let off at once and Sandy says there that's for the Barkeep I jumped up and says then let's be moving along Sandy we don't want to miss any of this thing you know keep your seat he says he is only just telegraphed that is all how that blast only means that he has been sighted from the signal station he is off sandy hook the committees will go down to meet him now and escort him in there will be ceremonies and delays they won't be coming up the bay for a considerable time yet it is several billion miles away anyway I could have been a barkeeper and a hard lot just as well as not says I remembering the lonesome way I arrived and how there wasn't any committee or anything I notice some regret in your voice says Sandy and it is natural enough but let bygones be bygones you went according to your lights and it is too late now to mend the thing now let it slide Sandy I don't mind but you've got a sandy hook here too have you we've got everything here just as it is below all the states and territories of the union and all the kingdoms of the earth and the islands of the sea are laid out here just as they are on the globe all the same shape they are down there and all graded to the relative size only each state and realm and island is a good many billion times bigger here than it is below there goes another blast what's that one for that is only at our fort answering the first one they each fire eleven hundred and one thunder blast set a single dash it is the usual salute for an eleventh hour guest for it for each hour and an extra one for the guest sex if it was a woman we would know it by their leaving off the extra gun how do we know there's eleven hundred and one sandy when they all go off at once and yet we certainly do know our intellects are a good deal sharpened up here in some ways and that is one of them numbers and sizes and distances are so great here that we have to be made so we can feel them our old ways of counting and measuring and ciphering wouldn't ever give us an idea of them but would only confuse us and oppress us and make our heads ache after some more talk about this I says sandy I noticed that I hardly ever see a white angel where I run across one white angel I strike as many as a hundred million copper colored ones people that can't speak English how is that well you will find it the same in any state or territory of the American corner of heaven you choose to go to I have shot along a whole week on a stretch and gone millions and millions of miles through perfect swarms of angels without ever seeing a single white one or hearing a word I could understand you see America was occupied a billion years and more by engines and Aztecs and that sort of folks before a white man ever set it during the first three hundred years after Columbus's discovery there wasn't ever more than one good lecture audience of white people all put together in America I mean the whole thing British possessions and all in the beginning of our century there were only six or seven say seven million 12 or 14 million in 1825 say 23 million in 1850 40 million in 1875 our death rate has always been twenty and one thousand per annum well 140,000 died the first year of the century 280,000 the 25th year 500,000 the 50th year about a million the 75th year now I'm going to be liberal about this thing and consider that 50 million whites have died in America from the beginning up to today make it 60 if you want to make it a hundred million it's no difference about a few millions one way or the other well now you can see yourself that when you come to spread a little dab of people like that over these hundreds of billions of miles of American territory here in heaven it is like scattering a ten cent box of homeopathic pills over the great Sahara and expecting to find them again you can't expect us to amount to anything in heaven and we don't now that is the simple fact and we have got to do the best we can with it the learned men from other planets and other systems come here and hang around a while when they are touring around the kingdom and then go back to their own section of heaven and write a book of travels and they give America about five lines in it and what do they say about us they say this wilderness is populated with a scattering few hundred thousand billions of red angels with now and then a curiously complex diseased one you see they think we whites and the occasional nigger are engines that have been bleached out or blackened by some leprous disease or other for some peculiarly rascally sin mind you it is a mighty sour pill for us all my friend even the modestest of us let alone the other kind that think they are going to be received like a long lost government bond and hug Abraham into the bargain I haven't asked you to give the particulars captain but I judge it goes without saying if my experience is worth anything that there wasn't much of a hurrah made over you when you arrived now was there don't mention it sandy says I coloring up a little I wouldn't have had the family see it for any amount you are a mind to name change the subject sandy change the subject well do you think of settling in the California department of bliss I don't know I wasn't calculating on doing anything really definite in that direction till the family come I thought I would just look around meantime in a quiet way and make up my mind besides I know a good many dead people and I was calculating to hunt them up and swap a little gossip with them about friends and old times and one thing or another and ask them how they like it here as far as they got I reckon my wife will want to camp in the California range though because most all her departed will be there and she likes to be with folks she knows don't you letter you see what the Jersey district of heaven is for whites well the California district is a thousand times worse it swarms with a mean kind of leather headed mud colored angels and your nearest white neighbor is likely to be a million miles away what a man mostly misses in heaven is company company of his own sort and color and language I have come near settling in the European part of heaven once or twice on that account well why didn't you sandy no for various reasons for one thing although you see plenty of whites there you can't understand any of them hardly and so you go about as hungry for talk as you do here I like to look at a Russian or a German or an Italian I even like to look at a Frenchman if ever I have the luck to catch him engaged in anything that ain't in delicate but looking don't cure the hunger what you want is talk well there's England sandy the English district of heaven yes but it is not so very much better than this end of the heavenly domain as long as you run across Englishman born this side of 300 years ago you are all right but the minute you get back of Elizabeth's time the language begins to fog up further back you go the foggier it gets I had some talk with one Langland and a man by the name of Chaucer old time poets but it was no use I couldn't quite understand them and they couldn't quite understand me I have had letters from them since but it is such broken English I can't make it out back of those men's time the English are just simply foreigners nothing more nothing less they talk Danish German Norman French and sometimes a mixture of all three back of them they talk Latin and ancient British Irish and Gaelic and then back of these come billions and billions of pure savages that talk a gibberish that Satan himself couldn't understand the fact is where you strike one man in the English settlements that you can understand you wade through awful swarms that talk something you can't make head nor tail of you see every country on earth has been overlaid so often in the course of a billion years with different kinds of people and different sorts of languages that this sort of mongrel business was bound to be the result in heaven sandy says I did you see a good many of the great people history tells about yes plenty I saw kings and all sorts of distinguished people do the kings rank just as they did below no a body can't bring his rank with him divine right is a good enough earthly romance but it don't go here drop down to the general level as soon as they reach the realms of grace I knew Charles the second very well one of the most popular comedians in the English section draws first rate there are better of course people that were never heard of on earth but Charles is making a good reputation indeed and is considered a rising man Richard the lion hearted is in the prize ring and coming into considerable favor Henry the eighth is a tragedian and the scenes where he kills people are done to the very life Henry the sixth keeps a religious book stand did you ever see Napoleon sandy often sometimes in the Corsican range sometimes in the French he always hunts up a conspicuous place and goes frowning around with his arms folded in his field glasses under his arm looking as grand gloomy and peculiar as his reputation calls for and very much bothered because he don't stand as high here for a soldier as he expected to why who stands higher a lot of people we never heard of before the shoemaker and the horse doctor in the knife grinder kind you know Claude hoppers from goodness knows where that never handled a sword or fired a shot in their lives but the soldier ship was in them though they never had a chance to show it but here they take their right place and Caesar and Napoleon and Alexander have to take a back seat the greatest military genius our world ever produced was a brick layer from somewhere back of Boston died during the revolution by the name of Absalom Jones wherever he goes crowds flock to see him you see everybody knows that if he had a chance he would have shown the world some general ship that would have made it before look like child's play and apprentice work but he never got a chance he tried heaps of times to enlist as a private but he had lost both thumbs and a couple of front teeth and the recruiting sergeant wouldn't pass him however as I say everybody knows now what he would have been and so they flock by the millions to get a glimpse of him whenever they hear he is going to be anywhere Caesar and Hannibal and Alexander and Napoleon are all in his staff and ever so many more great generals but the public hardly care to look at them when he is around boom there goes another salute the bar keepers off quarantine now Sandy and I put on our things then we made a wish and in a second we were at the reception place we stood on the edge of the ocean of space and looked out over the dimness but couldn't make out anything close by us was the grandstand tear on tear of dim thrones rising up toward the zenith from each side of it spread away the tears of seats for the general public they spread away for leagues and leagues you couldn't see the ends they were empty and still and hadn't a cheerful look but looked dreary like a theater before anybody comes gas turned down Sandy says we'll sit down here and wait we'll see the head of the procession come away off yonder pretty soon now says I it's pretty lonesome Sandy I reckon there's a hitch somewhere nobody but just you and me it ain't much of a display for the bar keeper don't you fret it's all right there'll be one more gunfire then you'll see in a little while we noticed a sort of lightish flush away off on the horizon head of the torchlight procession says Sandy it spread lighter and brighter soon it had a strong glare like a locomotive headlight it kept on getting brighter and brighter till it was like the sun peeping above the horizon line at sea the big red rays shot high up into the sky keep your eyes on the grandstand and the miles of seats sharp says Sandy and listen for the gunfire just then it burst out boom boom boom like a million thunderstorms and made the whole heavens rock then there was a sudden and awful glare of light all about us and in that very instant every one of the millions of seats was occupied and as far as you could see in both directions was just a solid pack of people and the place was all splendidly lit up it was enough to take a body's breath away Sandy says that is the way we do it here no time fooled away nobody struggling in after the curtains up wishing is quicker work than traveling a quarter of a second ago these folks were millions of miles from here when they heard the last signal all they had to do was wish and here they are the prodigious choir struck up we longed to hear thy voice to see thee face to face it was noble music but the uneducated chipped in and spoiled it just as the congregations used to do on earth the head of the procession to pass now and it was a wonderful sight it swept along thick and solid 500,000 angels abreast and every angel carrying a torch and singing the whirring thunder of the wings made a body's headache you could follow the line of the procession back and slanting upward into the sky far away in a glittering snakey rope till it was only a faint streak in the distance the rush went on and on for a long time and it last sure enough along comes the barkeeper and then everybody rose and a cheer went up that made the heaven's shake I tell you he was all smiles and had his halo tilted over one ear in a cocky way and was the most satisfied looking saint I ever saw while he marched up the steps of the grandstand the choir struck up the whole wide heaven groans and waits to hear that voice there were four gorgeous tents lying side by side in the place of honor on a broad railed platform in the center of the grandstand with a shining guard of honor round about them the tents had been shut up all this time as the barkeeper climbed along up bowing and smiling to everybody and at last got to the platform these tents were jerked up a loft all of a sudden and we saw four noble thrones of gold all caked with jewels and in the two middle ones sat old white whiskered old men and in the two others a couple of most glorious and gaudy giants with platter halos and beautiful armor all the millions went down on their knees and stared and looked glad and burst out into a joyful kind of murmurs they said two archangels that is splendid who can the others be the archangels gave the barkeeper a stiff little military bow the two old men rose and said Moses and Esau welcome thee and then all the four vanished and the thrones were empty the barkeeper looked a little disappointed for he was calculating to hug those old people I judge but it was the gladdest and proudest multitude you ever saw because they had seen Moses and Esau everybody was saying did you see them I did Esau's side face was to me but I saw Moses full in the face the procession took up the barkeeper and moved on with him again and the crowds broke up and scattered as we went along home Sandy said it was a great success and the barkeeper would have a right to be proud of it forever and he said we were in luck too said we might attend receptions for 40,000 years to come and not have a chance to see a brace of such grand moguls as Moses and Esau we found afterwards that we had come near seeing another patriarch who was a genuine prophet besides but at the last moment they sent regrets Sandy said there would be a monument put up there where Moses and Esau had stood with the date and circumstances and all about the whole business and travelers would come for thousands of years and gawk at it and climb over it and scribble their names on it End of Chapter 2 of Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven by Mark Twain