I did fall and skin my shin at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, but how
did you find it out?
I followed the letter in person next day, and learned that at the same
hour on the same afternoon Clemens himself had fallen up the front steps
and, as he said, peeled off from his “starboard shin a ribbon of skin
three inches long.” The disaster was still uppermost in his mind at the
time of writing, and the suggestion of my own mishap had flashed out for
no particular reason.
Clemens was always having his fortune told, in one way or another,
being superstitious, as he readily confessed, though at times professing
little faith in these prognostics. Once when a clairvoyant, of whom he
had never even heard, and whom he had reason to believe was ignorant of
his family history, told him more about it than he knew himself,
besides reading a list of names from a piece of paper which Clemens
had concealed in his vest pocket he came home deeply impressed. The
clairvoyant added that he would probably live to a great age and die in
a foreign land--a prophecy which did not comfort him.