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Flocks of black women passed along, carrying outrageously heavy bags of freight on their heads. The quiver of their leg as the foot was planted and the strain exhibited by their bodies showed what a tax upon their strength the load was. They were stevedores and doing full stevedoreâs work. They were very erect when unladdenâfrom carrying heavy loads on their headsâjust like the Indian women. It gives them a proud fine carriage.
Sometimes one saw a woman carrying on her head a laden and top-heavy basket the shape of an inverted pyramidâits top the size of a soup-plate, its base the diameter of a teacup. It required nice balancingâand got it.
No bright colors; yet there were a good many Hindoos.
The Second Class Passenger came over as usual at âlights outâ (11) and we lounged along the spacious vague solitudes of the deck and smoked the peaceful pipe and talked. He told me an incident in Mr. Barnumâs life which was evidently characteristic of that great showman in several ways:
This was Barnumâs purchase of Shakespeareâs birthplace, a quarter of a century ago. The Second Class Passenger was in Jamrachâs employ at the time and knew Barnum well. He said the thing began in this way. One morning Barnum and Jamrach were in Jamrachâs little private snuggery back of the wilderness of caged monkeys and snakes and other commonplaces of Jamrachâs stock in trade, refreshing themselves after an arduous stroke of business, Jamrach with something orthodox, Barnum with something heterodoxâfor Barnum was a teetotaler. The stroke of business was in the elephant line. Jamrach had contracted to deliver to Barnum in New York 18 elephants for $360,000 in time for the next seasonâs opening. Then it occurred to Mr. Barnum that he needed a âcardâ. He suggested Jumbo. Jamrach said he would have to think of something elseâJumbo couldnât be had; the Zoo wouldnât part with that elephant. Barnum said he was willing to pay a fortune for Jumbo if he could get him. Jamrach said it was no use to think about it; that Jumbo was as popular as the Prince of Wales and the Zoo wouldnât dare to sell him; all England would be outraged at the idea; Jumbo was an English institution; he was part of the national glory; one might as well think of buying the Nelson monument. Barnum spoke up with vivacity and said:
âItâs a first-rate idea. Iâll buy the Monument.â
Jamrach was speechless for a second. Then he said, like one ashamed âYou caught me. I was napping. For a moment I thought you were in earnest.â
Barnum said pleasantlyâ
âI was in earnest. I know they wonât sell it, but no matter, I will not throw away a good idea for all that. All I want is a big advertisement. I will keep the thing in mind, and if nothing better turns up I will offer to buy it. That will answer every purpose. It will furnish me a couple of columns of gratis advertising in every English and American paper for a couple of months, and give my show the biggest boom a show ever had in this world.â
Jamrach started to deliver a burst of admiration, but was interrupted by Barnum, who said:
âHere is a state of things! England ought to blush.â
His eye had fallen upon something in the newspaper. He read it through to himself, then read it aloud. It said that the house that Shakespeare was born in at Stratford-on-Avon was falling gradually to ruin through neglect; that the room where the poet first saw the light was now serving as a butcherâs shop; that all appeals to England to contribute money (the requisite sum stated) to buy and repair the house and place it in the care of salaried and trustworthy keepers had fallen resultless. Then Barnum said:
âThereâs my chance. Let Jumbo and the Monument alone for the presentâtheyâll keep. Iâll buy Shakespeareâs house. Iâll set it up in my Museum in New York and put a glass case around it and make a sacred thing of it; and youâll see all America flock there to worship; yes, and pilgrims from the whole earth; and Iâll make them take their hats off, too. In America we know how to value anything that Shakespeareâs touch has made holy. Youâll see."
In conclusion the S. C. P. said:
âThat is the way the thing came about. Barnum did buy Shakespeareâs house. He paid the price asked, and received the properly attested documents of sale. Then there was an explosion, I can tell you. England rose! That, the birthplace of the master-genius of all the ages and all the climesâthat priceless possession of Britainâto be carted out of the country like so much old lumber and set up for sixpenny desecration in a Yankee show-shopâthe idea was not to be tolerated for a moment. England rose in her indignation; and Barnum was glad to relinquish his prize and offer apologies. However, he stood out for a compromise; he claimed a concessionâEngland must let him have Jumbo. And England consented, but not cheerfully.â
It shows how, by help of time, a story can growâeven after Barnum has had the first innings in the telling of it. Mr. Barnum told me the story himself, years ago. He said that the permission to buy Jumbo was not a concession; the purchase was made and the animal delivered before the public knew anything about it. Also, that the securing of Jumbo was all the advertisement he needed. It produced many columns of newspaper talk, free of cost, and he was satisfied. He said that if he had failed to get Jumbo he would have caused his notion of buying the Nelson Monument to be treacherously smuggled into print by some trusty friend, and after he had gotten a few hundred pages of gratuitous advertising out of it, he would have come out with a blundering, obtuse, but warm-hearted letter of apology, and in a postscript to it would have naively proposed to let the Monument go, and take Stonehenge in place of it at the same price.
It was his opinion that such a letter, written with well-simulated asinine innocence and gush would have gotten his ignorance and stupidity an amount of newspaper abuse worth six fortunes to him, and not purchasable for twice the money.
I knew Mr. Barnum well, and I placed every confidence in the account which he gave me of the Shakespeare birthplace episode. He said he found the house neglected and going-to decay, and he inquired into the matter and was told that many times earnest efforts had been made to raise money for its proper repair and preservation, but without success. He then proposed to buy it. The proposition was entertained, and a price namedâ$50,000, I think; but whatever it was, Barnum paid the money down, without remark, and the papers were drawn up and executed. He said that it had been his purpose to set up the house in his Museum, keep it in repair, protect it from name-scribblers and other desecrators, and leave it by bequest to the safe and perpetual guardianship of the Smithsonian Institute at Washington.
But as soon as it was found that Shakespeareâs house had passed into foreign hands and was going to be carried across the ocean, England was stirred as no appeal from the custodians of the relic had ever stirred England before, and protests came flowing inâand money, too, to stop the outrage. Offers of repurchase were madeâoffers of double the money that Mr. Barnum had paid for the house. He handed the house back, but took only the sum which it had cost himâbut on the condition that an endowment sufficient for the future safeguarding and maintenance of the sacred relic should be raised. This condition was fulfilled.
That was Barnumâs account of the episode; and to the end of his days he claimed with pride and satisfaction that not England, but Americaârepresented by himâsaved the birthplace of Shakespeare from destruction.
At 3 P.M., May 6th, the ship slowed down, off the land, and thoughtfully and cautiously picked her way into the snug harbor of Durban, South Africa.
CHAPTER LXV.
In statesmanship get the formalities right, never mind about the moralities.
âPuddânhead Wilsonâs New Calendar.
FROM DIARY:
Royal Hotel. Comfortable, good table, good service of natives and Madrasis. Curious jumble of modern and ancient city and village, primitiveness and the other thing. Electric bells, but they donât ring. Asked why they didnât, the watchman in the office said he thought they must be out of order; he thought so because some of them rang, but most of them didnât. Wouldnât it be a good idea to put them in order? He hesitatedâlike one who isnât quite sureâthen conceded the point.
May 7. A bang on the door at 6. Did I want my boots cleaned? Fifteen minutes later another bang. Did we want coffee? Fifteen later, bang again, my wifeâs bath ready; 15 later, my bath ready. Two other bangs; I forget what they were about. Then lots of shouting back and forth, among the servants just as in an Indian hotel.
Evening. At 4 P.M. it was unpleasantly warm. Half-hour after sunset one needed a spring overcoat; by 8 a winter one.
Durban is a neat and clean town. One notices that without having his attention called to it.
Rickshaws drawn by splendidly built black Zulus, so overflowing with strength, seemingly, that it is a pleasure, not a pain, to see them snatch a rickshaw along. They smile and laugh and show their teethâa good-natured lot. Not allowed to drink; 2s per hour for one person; 3s for two; 3d for a courseâone person.
The chameleon in the hotel court. He is fat and indolent and contemplative; but is business-like and capable when a fly comes aboutâreaches out a tongue like a teaspoon and takes him in. He gums his tongue first. He is always pious, in his looks. And pious and thankful both, when Providence or one of us sends him a fly. He has a froggy head, and a back like a new graveâfor shape; and hands like a birdâs toes that have been frostbitten. But his eyes are his exhibition feature. A couple of skinny cones project from the sides of his head, with a wee shiny bead of an eye set in the apex of each; and these cones turn bodily like pivot-guns and point every-which-way, and they are independent of each other; each has its own exclusive machinery. When I am behind him and C. in front of him, he whirls one eye rearwards and the other forwardsâwhich gives him a most Congressional expression (one eye on the constituency and one on the swag); and then if something happens above and below him he shoots out one eye upward like a telescope and the other downwardâand this changes his expression, but does not improve it.
Natives must not be out after the curfew bell without a pass. In Natal there are ten blacks to one white.
Sturdy plump creatures are the women. They comb their wool up to a peak and keep it in position by stiffening it with brown-red clayâhalf of this tower colored, denotes engagement; the whole of it colored denotes marriage.
None but heathen Zulus on the police; Christian ones not allowed.
May 9. A drive yesterday with friends over the Berea. Very fine roads and lofty, overlooking the whole town, the harbor, and the sea-beautiful views. Residences all along, set in the midst of green lawns with shrubs and generally one or two intensely red outbursts of poinsettiaâthe flaming splotch
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