Samuel L. Clemens born 30 November 1835 in the village of Florida, Missouri.
I was born the [30th] of November, 1835, in the almost invisible village of Florida, Monroe county, [Missouri. I] suppose Florida had less than three hundred inhabitants. It had two streets, each a couple of hundred yards long; the rest of the avenues mere lanes, with rail fences and corn fields on either side. Both the streets and the lanes were paved with the same material—tough black [mud], in wet times, deep dust in dry.
Most of the houses were of logs—all of them, indeed, except three or four; these latter were frame ones. There were none of brick, and none of stone. There was a log church, with a puncheon floor and slab [benches. A] puncheon floor is made of logs whose upper surfaces have been chipped flat with the adze. The cracks between the logs [were] not [filled;] there was no carpet; consequently, if you dropped anything smaller than a peach, it was likely to go through. The church was perched upon short sections of logs, which elevated it two or three feet from the ground. Hogs slept under there, and whenever the dogs got after them during services, the minister [had] to wait till the disturbance was over. In winter there was always a refreshing breeze up through the puncheon floor; in summer there were fleas enough for all.
A slab bench is made of the outside cut of a saw-log, with the bark side down; it is supported on four sticks driven into augur-holes at the ends; it has no back, and no cushions. The church was twilighted with yellow tallow candles in tin sconces hung against the walls. Week-days, the church was a [schoolhouse].
There [were] two stores in the village. [My uncle, John A. [Quarles],] was proprietor of one of them. It was a very small establishment, with a few rolls of [“bit” calicoes] in half a dozen shelves, a few barrels of [salt] mackerel, coffee, and New Orleans sugar behind the counter, stacks of brooms, shovels, axes, hoes, rakes, and such things, here and there, a lot of cheap hats, bonnets and tin-ware strung on strings and suspended from the walls; and at the other end of the room was another counter with bags of shot on it, a cheese or two, and a keg of [powder;] in front of it a row of nail kegs and a few pigs of lead; and behind it a [barrel] or two of New Orleans molasses and native corn whisky on tap. If a boy bought five or ten [cents’] worth of anything, he was entitled to half a handful of sugar from the barrel; if a woman bought a few yards of calico she was entitled to a spool of thread in addition to the usual [gratis][begin page 65]“trimmins;” if a man bought a trifle, he [was] at liberty to draw and swallow as big a drink of whisky as he wanted.
Everything was cheap: apples, peaches, sweet potatoes, Irish potatoes, and corn, ten cents a bushel; chickens ten cents apiece, butter [six] cents a pound, eggs three cents a dozen, coffee and sugar five cents a pound, whisky ten cents a gallon. I do not know how prices are out there in interior Missouri now, [(1877,)] but I know what they are here in Hartford, Connecticut. [To wit]: apples, three dollars a bushel; peaches five dollars; Irish potatoes (choice Bermudas), five dollars; [chickens] a dollar to a dollar and a half apiece according to weight; butter forty-five to sixty cents a pound, eggs fifty to sixty cents a dozen; coffee forty-five cents a pound; sugar about the same; native whisky four or five dollars a gallon, I believe, but I can only be certain concerning the sort which I use myself, which is Scotch and costs ten dollars a gallon when you take two gallons—more when you take less.
Thirty and forty years ago, out yonder in Missouri, the ordinary cigar cost thirty cents a [hundred,] but most people did not try to afford them, since [smoking] a pipe cost nothing in that tobacco-growing country. Connecticut is also given up to [tobacco] raising, to-day, yet we pay ten dollars a hundred for Connecticut cigars and [fifteen] to twenty-five dollars a hundred for the imported [article.]
At first [my father owned slaves], but by and by he sold them, and hired others [by the year] from the farmers. For a girl of fifteen he paid twelve dollars a year and gave her two linsey-wolsey frocks and a pair of “stogy” shoes—cost, a modification of nothing; for a negro woman of twenty-five, as general house servant, he paid twenty-five dollars a year and gave her [shoes] and the aforementioned linsey-wolsey frocks; for a strong negro woman of forty, as cook, washer, etc., he paid forty dollars a year and the customary two suits of clothes; and for an able bodied man he paid from seventy-five to a hundred dollars a year and gave him two suits of jeans and two pairs of [“stogy” shoes]—an outfit that cost about three dollars. But times have changed. We pay our German [nursemaid] $155 a year; [Irish] [housemaid,] $150; Irish laundress, $150; negro woman, as cook, $240; young negro man, to wait on door and table, $360; Irish coachman, $600 a year, with gas, hot and cold water, and dwelling [consisting] of parlor, kitchen and two bed-rooms, connected with the stable, free.