A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court

A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court

by Mark Twain
A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court

A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court

by Mark Twain

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Overview

When Hank Morgan awakens after a knockout blow to the head, he is shocked to find himself transported from his native Connecticut into the medieval world of King Arthur’s Court. What follows is a comedic adventure where Hank, utilizing his knowledge of nineteenth century technology, attempts to improve the lives of the people of Camelot, thus altering the course of history.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781443426701
Publisher: HarperCollins Canada
Publication date: 11/19/2013
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: eBook
Pages: 272
File size: 511 KB
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

About The Author

Mark Twain, who was born Samuel L. Clemens in Missouri in 1835, wrote some of the most enduring works of literature in the English language, including The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc was his last completed book—and, by his own estimate, his best. Its acquisition by Harper & Brothers allowed Twain to stave off bankruptcy. He died in 1910. 

Date of Birth:

November 30, 1835

Date of Death:

April 21, 1910

Place of Birth:

Florida, Missouri

Place of Death:

Redding, Connecticut

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER I.
CAMELOT


"CAMELOT - Camelot," said I to myself. "I don't seem to remember hearing of it before. Name of the asylum, likely."

It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of the smell of flowers, and the buzzing of insects, and the twittering of birds, and there were no people, no wagons, there was no stir of life, nothing going on. The road was mainly a winding path with hoof-prints in it, and now and then a faint trace of wheels on either side in the grass - wheels that apparently had a tire as broad as one's hand.

Presently a fair slip of a girl, about ten years old, with a cataract of golden hair streaming down over her shoulders, came along. Around her head she wore a hoop of flame-red poppies. It was as sweet an outfit as ever I saw, what there was of it. She walked indolently along, with a mind at rest, its peace reflected in her innocent face. The circus man paid no attention to her; didn't even seem to see her. And she - she was no more startled at his fantastic make-up than if she was used to his like every day of her life. She was going by as indifferently as she might have gone by a couple of cows; but when she happened to notice me, then there was a change! Up went her hands, and she was turned to stone; her mouth dropped open, her eyes stared wide and timorously, she was the picture of astonished curiosity touched with fear. And there she stood gazing, in a sort of stupefied fascination, till we turned a corner of the wood and were lost to her view. That she should be startled at me instead of at the other man, was too many for me; I couldn't make head or tail of it. And that she should seem to consider me a spectacle, and totally overlook her own merits in that respect, was another puzzling thing, and a display of magnanimity, too, that was surprising in one so young. There was food for thought here. I moved along as one in a dream.

As we approached the town, signs of life began to appear. At intervals we passed a wretched cabin, with a thatched roof, and about it small fields and garden patches in an indifferent state of cultivation. There were people, too; brawny men, with long, coarse, uncombed hair that hung down over their faces and made them look like animals. They and the women, as a rule, wore a coarse tow-linen robe that came well below the knee, and a rude sort of sandal, and many wore an iron collar. The small boys and girls were always naked; but nobody seemed to know it. All of these people stared at me, talked about me, ran into the huts and fetched out their families to gape at me; but nobody ever noticed that other fellow, except to make him humble salutation and get no response for their pains.

In the town were some substantial windowless houses of stone scattered among a wilderness of thatched cabins; the streets were mere crooked alleys, and unpaved; troops of dogs and nude children played in the sun and made life and noise; hogs roamed and rooted contentedly about, and one of them lay in a reeking wallow in the middle of the main thoroughfare and suckled her family. Presently there was a distant blare of military music; it came nearer, still nearer, and soon a noble cavalcade wound into view, glorious with plumed helmets and flashing mail and flaunting banners and rich doublets and horse-cloths and gilded spearheads; and through the muck and swine, and naked brats, and joyous dogs, and shabby huts, it took its gallant way, and in its wake we followed. Followed through one winding alley and then another - and climbing, always climbing - till at last we gained the breezy height where the huge castle stood. There was an exchange of bugle blasts; then a parley from the walls, where men-at-arms, in hauberk and morion, marched back and forth with halberd at shoulder under flapping banners with the rude figure of a dragon displayed upon them; and then the great gates were flung open, the drawbridge was lowered, and the head of the cavalcade swept forward under the frowning arches; and we, following, soon found ourselves in a great paved court, with towers and turrets stretching up into the blue air on all the four sides; and all about us the dismount was going on, and much greeting and ceremony, and running to and fro, and a gay display of moving and intermingling colors, and an altogether pleasant stir and noise and confusion.

Table of Contents

Introduction: "A Land Without Chromos"ix
Prefacexxix
A Word of Explanationxxxi
Chapter 1Camelot1
Chapter 2King Arthur's Court7
Chapter 3Knights of the Table Round17
Chapter 4Sir Dinadan the Humorist27
Chapter 5An Inspiration33
Chapter 6The Eclipse43
Chapter 7Merlin's Tower53
Chapter 8The Boss63
Chapter 9The Tournament73
Chapter 10Beginnings of Civilization83
Chapter 11The Yankee in Search of Adventures91
Chapter 12Slow Torture103
Chapter 13Freemen!113
Chapter 14"Defend Thee, Lord!"125
Chapter 15Sandy's Tale133
Chapter 16Morgan le Fay145
Chapter 17A Royal Banquet155
Chapter 18In the Queen's Dungeons169
Chapter 19Knight Errantry as a Trade183
Chapter 20The Ogre's Castle191
Chapter 21The Pilgrims201
Chapter 22The Holy Fountain217
Chapter 23Restoration of the Fountain231
Chapter 24A Rival Magician243
Chapter 25A Competitive Examination257
Chapter 26The First Newspaper273
Chapter 27The Yankee and the King Travel Incognito287
Chapter 28Drilling the King299
Chapter 29The Small-Pox Hut307
Chapter 30The Tragedy of the Manor-House317
Chapter 31Marco331
Chapter 32Dowley's Humiliation343
Chapter 33Sixth Century Political Economy355
Chapter 34The Yankee and the King Sold as Slaves371
Chapter 35A Pitiful Incident387
Chapter 36An Encounter in the Dark399
Chapter 37An Awful Predicament407
Chapter 38Sir Launcelot and Knights to the Rescue417
Chapter 39The Yankee's Fight with the Knights425
Chapter 40Three Years Later439
Chapter 41The Interdict451
Chapter 42War!459
Chapter 43The Battle of the Sand Belt475
Chapter 44A Postscript by Clarence493
Final P.S. By M.T.497

Reading Group Guide

1.  How does Hank Morgan change throughout the novel? Is this change for the better, or for worse? How does his speech reflect his change in attitude?

2.  The theme of the “mysterious stranger” (an outsider who enters a community or circle and enacts some kind of disruption) often appears in Twain’s works. How does Hank use his status as an “outsider” to his advantage? What does he bring from the outside that benefits sixth-century England? Into which world does Hank ultimately fit?

3.  What is Hank Morgan’s view of the Catholic church?

4.  Many critics consider A Connecticut Yankee to be Twain’s most flawed work because he simply wanted to do “too much.” Do you agree? If so, why?

5.  Consider the end of the novel. What statement does Twain make with this ending? Do you feel it is a fulfilling way to end the book?

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