the papers themselves. As a matter of fact, no one
saw the "sell" and most of the papers printed his story of the petrified
man as a genuine discovery. This was a surprise, and a momentary
disappointment; then he realized that he had builded better than he
knew. He gathered up a bundle of the exchanges and sent them to Sewall;
also he sent marked copies to scientific men in various parts of the
United States. The papers had taken it seriously; perhaps the scientists
would. Some of them did, and Sewall's days became unhappy because of
letters received asking further information. As literature, the effort
did not rank high, and as a trick on an obscure official it was hardly
worth while; but, as a joke on the Coast exchanges and press generally,
it was greatly regarded and its author, though as yet unnamed, acquired
prestige.

Inquiries began to be made as to who was the smart chap in Virginia that
did these things. The papers became wary and read Enterprise items twice
before clipping them. Clemens turned his attention to other matters to
lull suspicion. The great "Dutch Nick Massacre" did not follow until a
year later.

Reference has already been made to the Comstock's delight in humor of
a positive sort. The practical joke was legal tender in Virginia. One
might protest and swear, but he must take it. An example of Comstock
humor, regarded as the finest assay, is an incident still told of Leslie
Blackburn and Pat Holland, two gay men about town. They were coming
down C Street one morning when they saw some fine watermelons on a
fruit-stand at the International Hotel corner. Watermelons were rare
and costly in that day and locality, and these were worth three dollars
apiece. Blackburn said:

"Pat, let's get one of those watermelons. You engage that fellow in
conversation while I stand at the corner, where I can step around out
of sight easily. When you have got him interested, point to something on
the back shelf and pitch me a melon."

This appealed to Holland, and he carried out his part of the plan
perfectly; but when he pitched the watermelon Blackburn simply put his
hands in his pockets, and stepped around the corner, leaving the melon
a fearful disaster on the pavement. It was almost impossible for Pat to
explain to the fruit-man why he pitched away a three-dollar melon like
that even after paying for it, and it was still more trying, also
more expensive, to explain to the boys facing the various bars along C