nk, talking and always talking, fondling lovingly and
lingeringly that most beautiful of all our possessions, the past.
"Sam," said John, when they parted, "this is probably the last time
we shall meet on this earth. God bless you. Perhaps somewhere we shall
renew our friendship."
"John," was the answer, "this day has been worth thousands of dollars
to me. We were like brothers once, and I feel that we are the same now.
Good-by, John. I'll try to meet you--somewhere."
CCXXII. A PROPHET HONORED IN HIS COUNTRY
Clemens left next day for Columbia. Committees met him at Rensselaer,
Monroe City, Clapper, Stoutsville, Paris, Madison, Moberly--at every
station along the line of his travel. At each place crowds were gathered
when the train pulled in, to cheer and wave and to present him with
flowers. Sometimes he spoke a few words; but oftener his eyes were full
of tears--his voice would not come.
There is something essentially dramatic in official recognition by one's
native State--the return of the lad who has set out unknown to battle
with life, and who, having conquered, is invited back to be crowned.
No other honor, however great and spectacular, is quite like that, for
there is in it a pathos and a completeness that are elemental and stir
emotions as old as life itself.
It was on the 4th of June, 1902, that Mark Twain received his doctor
of laws degree from the State University at Columbia, Missouri. James
Wilson, Secretary of Agriculture, and Ethan Allen Hitchcock, Secretary
of the Interior, were among those similarly honored. Mark Twain was
naturally the chief attraction. Dressed in his Yale scholastic gown he
led the procession of graduating students, and, as in Hannibal, awarded
them their diplomas. The regular exercises were made purposely brief in
order that some time might be allowed for the conferring of the degrees.
This ceremony was a peculiarly impressive one. Gardner Lathrop read a
brief statement introducing "America's foremost author and best-loved
citizen, Samuel Langhorne Clemens--Mark Twain."
Clemens rose, stepped out to the center of the stage, and paused. He
seemed to be in doubt as to whether he should make a speech or simply
express his thanks and retire. Suddenly, and without a signal, the great
audience rose as one man and stood in silence at his feet. He bowed,
but he could not speak. Then that vast assembly began a peculiar chant,
spelling out slowly the word Missouri, with a pa
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