"...the Clemens family loved the house at Riverdale (later known as "Wave Hill" and occupied by Arturo Toscanini and Sir Gladwyn Jebb, British ambassador to the United Nations). It was an enormous fieldstone, three-story mansion with impressive wooded grounds, just inside the New York City limits."
In June of 1901 the Clemens family - except for Clara, ... - moved into a rustic cottage at the edge of Lake Saranac, New York. They christened the house "The Lair."
Sam was at the lake save for much of August when he took a cruise with H. H. Roger on board the Kanawha.
From W. B. Northrup's book "With Pen and Camera":
The Clemens family returned to the United States believing that Jean could receive proper treatment in New York City. They sailed on the Minnehaha.
From the New York Herald, October 15, 1900:
I left these shores, at Vancouver, a red-hot imperialist. I wanted the American eagle to go screaming into the Pacific. It seemed tiresome and tame for it to content itself with the Rockies. Why not spread its wings over the Phillippines, I asked myself? And I thought it would be a real good thing to do
June 2, 1899, The Clemens family made a sudden move to the Grand Hotel in Broadstairs, England, about two hours from London. The family returned to London June 9th.
Mark Twain stayed in Vienna with his wife Olivia and his daughters Clara and Jean from the end of September 1897 till the end of May 1899, except for a few weeks in the summer of 1898, spent at the summer resort of Kaltenleutgeben near Vienna.
The family took quarters in Hotel Metropole, beautifully situated on the Franz-Joseph's Quay, on the right bank of the Danube Canal. Later they moved to the Hotel Krantz, opposite the old Capuchin Church and Monastery, in the center of the city.
Sam’s notebook:
Sund, July 25. At 6 this am, for the first time in the week, sun & surface were just right for mirror-effects—so the lake was full of pictures.
Twain spent his time in England working on his book, Following the Equator. Isaac Gewirtz, Mark Twain A Skeptic's Progress pg 87-9, writes of this:
We sailed on the 15th of July in the Norman, a beautiful ship, perfectly appointed. The voyage to England occupied a short fortnight, without a stop except at Madeira. A good and restful voyage for tired people, and there were several of us. I seemed to have been lecturing a thousand years, though it was only a twelvemonth, and a considerable number of the others were Reformers who were fagged out with their five months of seclusion in the Pretoria prison.