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August 9 Friday – Sam and friends returned to Naples in the morning. At midnight Sam, Jackson,
Nesbit, Newell, and 4 others unidentified, left for Mt. Vesuvius. Sam wrote from Naples to his
mother and family.
Sam wrote to William Morris Stewart (1827-1909) accepting a secretary position:
I wrote to Bill Stewart today accepting his private secretaryship in Washington next winter. When I
come to think of it, I believe it can be made one of the best paying berths in Washington. Say nothing
of this. At least I can get an office for Orion, if he or the President will modify their politics [MTL 2:
78].
Sam had sought the secretary position in Washington before the cruise. It does not seem like a
position Sam would want after his literary and lecture successes, yet he took the job and was still
concerned about his brother’s welfare [MTL 2: 78-9n2].
I shall remember our trip to Vesuvius for many a day—partly because of its sight-seeing experiences,
but chiefly on account of the fatigue of the journey. Two or three of us had been resting ourselves
among the tranquil and beautiful scenery of the island of Ischia, eighteen miles out in the harbor, for
two days; we called it ‘resting,’ but I do not remember now what the resting consisted of, for when we
got back to Naples we had not slept for forty-eight hours. We were just about to go to bed early in the
evening, and catch up on some of the sleep we had lost, when we heard of this Vesuvius expedition.
There was to be eight of us in the party, and we were to leave Naples at midnight. We laid in some
provisions for the trip, engaged carriages to take us to Annunciation, and then moved about the city, to
keep awake, till twelve. We got away punctually, and in the course of an hour and a half arrived at the
town of Annunciation. Annunciation is the very last place under the sun. In other towns in Italy the
people lie around quietly and wait for you to ask them a question or do some overt act that can be
charged for—but in Annunciation they have lost even that fragment of delicacy; they seize a lady’s
shawl from a chair and hand it to her and charge a penny; they open a carriage door, and charge for it
—shut it when you get out, and charge for it; they help you to take off a duster—two cents; brush your
clothes and make them worse than they were before—two cents; smile upon you—two cents; bow,
with a lick-spittle smirk, hat in hand—two cents; they volunteer all information, such as that the mules
will arrive presently—two cents—warm day, sir—two cents—take you four hours to make the ascent
—two cents. And so they go. They crowd you—infest you—swarm about you, and sweat and smell
offensively, and look sneaking and mean, and obsequious. There is no office too degrading for them to
perform, for money [IA Ch. 29].

Day By Day Acknowledgment

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