the £1,000,000 pound bank-note mark twain when i was twenty-seven years old, i was a mining-broker’s clerk in san francisco, and an expert in all the details of stock traffic. i was alone in the world, and had nothing to depend upon but my wits and a clean reputation; but these were setting my feet in the road to eventual fortune, and i was content with the prospect. my time was my own after the afternoon board, saturdays, and i was
