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- MY WATCH by MARK TWAIN
-
- From "Sketches New and Old", Copyright 1903, Samuel Clemens.
- This text is placed in the Public Domain (Jun 1993, #16).
-
- (Written about 1870.)
-
-
- MY WATCH
- AN INSTRUCTIVE LITTLE TALE
-
- MY beautiful new watch had run eighteen months
- without losing or gaining, and without break-
- ing any part of its machinery or stopping. I had
- come to believe it infallible in its judgments about
- the time of day, and to consider its constitution and
- its anatomy imperishable. But at last, one night, I
- let it run down. I grieved about it as if it were a
- recognized messenger and forerunner of calamity.
- But by and by I cheered up, set the watch by guess,
- and commanded my bodings and superstitions to
- depart. Next day I stepped into the chief jeweler's
- to set it by the exact time, and the head of the
- establishment took it out of my hand and proceeded
- to set it for me. Then he said, "She is four min-
- utes slow -- regulator wants pushing up." I tried
- to stop him -- tried to make him understand that
- the watch kept perfect time. But no; all this
- human cabbage could see was that the watch was
- four minutes slow, and the regulator MUST be pushed
- up a little; and so, while I danced around him in
- anguish, and implored him to let the watch alone,
- he calmly and cruelly did the shameful deed. My
- watch began to gain. It gained faster and faster
- day by day. Within the week it sickened to a
- raging fever, and its pulse went up to a hundred
- and fifty in the shade. At the end of two months
- it had left all the timepieces of the town far in the
- rear, and was a fraction over thirteen days ahead of
- the almanac. It was away into November enjoying
- the snow, while the October leaves were still turn-
- ing. It hurried up house rent, bills payable, and such
- things, in such a ruinous way that I could not abide
- it. I took it to the watchmaker to be regulated.
- He asked me if I had ever had it repaired. I said
- no, it had never needed any repairing. He looked
- a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the
- watch open, and then put a small dice box into his
- eye and peered into its machinery. He said it
- wanted cleaning and oiling, besides regulating --
- come in a week. After being cleaned and oiled,
- and regulated, my watch slowed down to that degree
- that it ticked like a tolling bell. I began to be left
- by trains, I failed all appointments, I got to missing
- my dinner; my watch strung out three days' grace
- to four and let me go to protest; I gradually drifted
- back into yesterday, then day before, then into last
- week, and by and by the comprehension came upon
- me that all solitary and alone I was lingering along
- in week before last, and the world was out of sight.
- I seemed to detect in myself a sort of sneaking
- fellow-feeling for the mummy in the museum, and
- desire to swap news with him. I went to a watch
- maker again. He took the watch all to pieces while
- I waited, and then said the barrel was "swelled."
- He said he could reduce it in three days. After this
- the watch AVERAGED well, but nothing more. For
- half a day it would go like the very mischief, and
- keep up such a barking and wheezing and whooping
- and sneezing and snorting, that I could not hear
- myself think for the disturbance; and as long as it
- held out there was not a watch in the land that stood
- any chance against it. But the rest of the day it
- would keep on slowing down and fooling along until
- all the clocks it had left behind caught up again.
- So at last, at the end of twenty-four hours, it would
- trot up to the judges' stand all right and just in
- time. It would show a fair and square average, and
- no man could say it had done more or less than its
- duty. But a correct average is only a mild virtue in
- a watch, and I took this instrument to another
- watchmaker. He said the kingbolt was broken. I
- said I was glad it was nothing more serious. To
- tell the plain truth, I had no idea what the kingbolt
- was, but I did not choose to appear ignorant to a
- stranger. He repaired the kingbolt, but what the
- watch gained in one way it lost in another. It would
- run awhile and then stop awhile, and then run awhile
- again, and so on, using its own discretion about the
- intervals. And every time it went off it kicked back
- like a musket. I padded my breast for a few days,
- but finally took the watch to another watchmaker.
- He picked it all to pieces, and turned the ruin over
- and over under his glass; and then he said there
- appeared to be something the matter with the hair-
- trigger. He fixed it, and gave it a fresh start. It
- did well now, except that always at ten minutes to
- ten the hands would shut together like a pair of
- scissors, and from that time forth they would travel
- together. The oldest man in the world could not
- make head or tail of the time of day by such a
- watch, and so I went again to have the thing re-
- paired. This person said that the crystal had got
- bent, and that the mainspring was not straight. He
- also remarked that part of the works needed half-
- soling. He made these things all right, and then
- my timepiece performed unexceptionably, save that
- now and then, after working along quietly for nearly
- eight hours, everything inside would let go all of a
- sudden and begin to buzz like a bee, and the hands
- would straightway begin to spin round and round so
- fast that their individuality was lost completely, and
- they simply seemed a delicate spider's web over the
- face of the watch. She would reel off the next
- twenty-four hours in six or seven minutes, and then
- stop with a bang. I went with a heavy heart to one
- more watchmaker, and looked on while he took her
- to pieces. Then I prepared to cross-question him
- rigidly, for this thing was getting serious. The watch
- had cost two hundred dollars originally, and I
- seemed to have paid out two or three thousand for
- repairs. While I waited and looked on I presently
- recognized in this watchmaker an old acquaintance
- -- a steamboat engineer of other days, and not a
- good engineer, either. He examined all the parts
- carefully, just as the other watchmakers had done,
- and then delivered his verdict with the same con-
- fidence of manner.
-
- He said:
-
- "She makes too much steam -- you want to hang
- the monkey-wrench on the safety-valve!"
-
- I brained him on the spot, and had him buried at
- my own expense.
-
- My uncle William (now deceased, alas!) used to
- say that a good horse was a good horse until it had
- run away once, and that a good watch was a good
- watch until the repairers got a chance at it. And he
- used to wonder what became of all the unsuccessful
- tinkers, and gunsmiths, and shoemakers, and engin-
- eers, and blacksmiths; but nobody could ever tell
- him.
-
- END.
-