The Innocents Abroad

Conclusion

Nearly one year has flown since this notable pilgrimage was ended; and as

I sit here at home in San Francisco thinking, I am moved to confess that

day by day the mass of my memories of the excursion have grown more and

more pleasant as the disagreeable incidents of travel which encumbered

them flitted one by one out of my mind--and now, if the Quaker City were

weighing her anchor to sail away on the very same cruise again, nothing

could gratify me more than to be a passenger. With the same captain and

even the same pilgrims, the same sinners. I was on excellent terms with

eight or nine of the excursionists (they are my staunch friends yet,) and

was even on speaking terms with the rest of the sixty-five. I have been

at sea quite enough to know that that was a very good average. Be