Our idea is to strike across lots and reach St. Louis the 20th of April —­thence we propose to drift southward, stopping at some town a few hours or a night, every day, and making notes.

To escape the interviewers, I shall follow my usual course and use a fictitious name (C.  L. Samuel, of New York.) I don’t know what Osgood’s name will be, but he can’t use his own.

If you see your way to meet us in New Orleans, drop me a line, now, and as we approach that city I will telegraph you what day we shall arrive there.

I would go to Atlanta if I could, but shan’t be able.  We shall go back up the river to St. Paul, and thence by rail X-lots home.

(I am making this letter so dreadfully private and confidential because my movements must be kept secret, else I shan’t be able to pick up the kind of book-material I want.)

If you are diffident, I suspect that you ought to let Osgood be your magazine-agent.  He makes those people pay three or four times as much as an article is worth, whereas I never had the cheek to make them pay more than double. 
                              Yrs Sincerely
                                        S. L. Clemens.

“My backwardness is an affliction,” wrote Harris.....   “The ordeal
of appearing on the stage would be a terrible one, but my experience
is that when a diffident man does become familiar with his
surroundings he has more impudence than his neighbors.   Extremes
meet.”

He was sorely tempted, but his courage became as water at the thought of footlights and assembled listeners.  Once in New York he appears to have been caught unawares at a Tile Club dinner and made to tell a story, but his agony was such that at the prospect of a similar ordeal in Boston he avoided that city and headed straight for Georgia and safety.

The New Orleans excursion with Osgood, as planned by Clemens, proved a great success.  The little party took the steamer Gold Dust from St. Louis down river toward New Orleans.  Clemens was quickly recognized, of course, and his assumed name laid aside.  The author of “Uncle Remus” made the trip to New Orleans.  George W. Cable was there at the time, and we may believe that in the company of Mark Twain and Osgood those Southern authors passed two or three delightful days.  Clemens also met his old teacher Bixby in New Orleans, and came back up the river with him, spending most of his time in the pilot-house, as in the old days.  It was a glorious trip, and, reaching St. Louis, he continued it northward, stopping off at Hannibal and Quincy.’

To Mrs. Clemens, in Hartford: 

Quincy, ill.  May 17, ’82.  Livy darling, I am desperately homesick.  But I have promised Osgood, and must stick it out; otherwise I would take the train at once and break for home.