CHAPTER XXI. DOOM
He is useless on top of the ground; he ought to be under it, inspiring the cabbages. —Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
April 1. This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four. —Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
Wilson put on enough clothes for business purposes and went to work under a high pressure of steam. He was awake all over. All sense of weariness had been swept away by the invigorating refreshment of the great and hopeful discovery which he had made. He made fine and accurate reproductions of a number of his “records,” and then enlarged them on a scale of ten to one with his pantograph. He did these pantograph enlargements on sheets of white cardboard, and made each individual line of the bewildering m
