Howells was moved to use the story in the.  “Contributors’ Club,” and warned Clemens against letting it get into the newspapers.  He declared he thought it one of the most impressive things he had ever read.  But Clemens seems never to have allowed it to be used in any form.  In its entirety, therefore, it is quite new matter.

To W. D. Howells, in Boston: 

Hartford, Sept. 19, 1877.  My dear Howells,—­I don’t really see how the story of the runaway horse could read well with the little details of names and places and things left out.  They are the true life of all narrative.  It wouldn’t quite do to print them at this time.  We’ll talk about it when you come.  Delicacy—­a sad, sad false delicacy—­robs literature of the best two things among its belongings.  Family-circle narrative and obscene stories.  But no matter; in that better world which I trust we are all going to I have the hope and belief that they will not be denied us.

Say—­Twichell and I had an adventure at sea, 4 months ago, which I did not put in my Bermuda articles, because there was not enough to it.  But the press dispatches bring the sequel today, and now there’s plenty to it.  A sailless, wasteless, chartless, compassless, grubless old condemned tub that has been drifting helpless about the ocean for 4 months and a half, begging bread and water like any other tramp, flying a signal of distress permanently, and with 13 innocent, marveling chuckleheaded Bermuda niggers on board, taking a Pleasure Excursion!  Our ship fed the poor devils on the 25th of last May, far out at sea and left them to bullyrag their way to New York—­and now they ain’t as near New York as they were then by 250 miles!  They have drifted 750 miles and are still drifting in the relentless Gulf Stream!  What a delicious magazine chapter it would make—­but I had to deny myself.  I had to come right out in the papers at once, with my details, so as to try to raise the government’s sympathy sufficiently to have better succor sent them than the cutter Colfax, which went a little way in search of them the other day and then struck a fog and gave it up.

If the President were in Washington I would telegraph him.

When I hear that the “Jonas Smith” has been found again, I mean to send for one of those darkies, to come to Hartford and give me his adventures for an Atlantic article.

Likely you will see my today’s article in the newspapers. 
                                   Yrs ever,
          
                                   mark.

The revenue cutter Colfax went after the Jonas Smith, thinking there was mutiny or other crime on board.  It occurs to me now that, since there is only mere suffering and misery and nobody to punish, it ceases to be a matter which (a republican form of) government will feel authorized to interfere in further.  Dam a republican form of government.