The Black Frog of Calaveras County - By Edgar Allen Twain

I am a solitary creature given to prolonged fits of melancholy. It is therefore quite understandable that, due to my natural inclinations, I have made few acquaintances and even fewer close friends. Thus it was with the utmost surprise when I received a telegram for one Simon Wheeler, a man practically unknown to me save through a mutual contact, a certain Mr. Leonidas W. Smiley, a man of similar temprement to my own with whom I have, on occasion, conducted business dealings.

The telegram, which read simply: "Urgent. Please Come. Angel's Camp. S. Wheeler." alighted within my being the greatest curiosity. Angel's Camp was, indeed, a mining town and the brevity of the message hinted at the possibility of a discovery to which a great deal of discretion should be attached. By "reading between the lines", I quickly deduced that a new vein of Gold had been discovered and that investors were being sought out. Eager for a chance to exploit this opportunity, I had my servant prepare my horse and set out with particular haste towards Angel's Camp.

I arrived in town shortly after nightfall and, after some inquiry, eventually found Wheeler sitting by the bar-room stove of an old, dilapidated tavern. But how could this be the same Simon Wheeler whom Leonidas Smiley had introduced to me not two years ago on Rutledge Street? That man had appeared goon-natured and garrulous, with a rosy hue to his cheeks and, despite being bald and somewhat portly, the very picture of vitality.

The Simon Wheeler whom I now gazed upon sat alone, fidgeting nervously and shooting distrustful glances about the room each time an ancient stool squeaked or a glass loudly clinked against one of its brethren. He had lost a great deal of weight and his once ruddy complexion was now the ghastly ashen. He eyes, which I recalled as dancing and full of light had transformed into leaden orbs which had shrank into his skull. With no small amount of reticence, I held forth my hand in greeting and said "Mr. Wheeler, I received your telegram…"

"I …you were the only one I could contact," he interrupted in what I can only describe as a sort of monotone croak the effect of which increased the already unwholesome atmosphere of the surroundings by tenfold. "Leonidas spoke highly of you as rational man of business - one not given to childish flights of fancy. I find myself in desperate need of such a man as yourself."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Mr. Wheeler. If you could…"

"I beg of you, please fetch a chair and seat yourself close enough that others may not hear what I am about to impart to you." He shot another suspicious glance about the tavern, taking in its half dozen or so shabby patrons.

I did as he requested and no sooner had I seated myself opposite him than he sprang forward with surprising speed, seizing my left forearm, and fixing my eyes to his. "Leonidas considered you of balanced mind, do you share that opinion?" he hissed through broken, yellow teeth. I answered that I liked to consider myself as such and was not easily given over to superstition or unwarranted fears,for I gathered this to be the most inopportune circumstance under which to explain by battle with depression. I also inquired as to the health of Leonidas whom I had not seen in several months.

As if in a trance he ignored my inquiry and continued, "There is a something that I want…that I need to tell you. The effect of this information on a man of less sober character than yourself, I dare not gauge. When I have finished with my story, I shall go and neither you nor anyone else shall hear from me again."

I attempted to protest, but so strong was his grip and so icy his stare that I dare not move. "You have, no doubt, heard rumors? Recriminations about Leonidas' slavery to the bottle and to cards?"

"Sir, I assure you that I give no credence to idle gossip. In my dealings with him, Leonidas conducted himself with most professional manners. I never once…"

"The rumors were, of course true," Wheeler continued as if I had never spoken. "The twin demons of alcohol and gambling had left him in considerable debt. So much so, that he sought me out for a small loan. One which I can honestly say that I would've happily provided him even knowing, as I did in my heart, that its repayment was most unlikely.

Oh, if only I had given him the money and sent him on his way, but by the foulest of coincidences he arrived in Angel's Camp on the day of our annual Bullfrog Festival. I judge by the puzzled look on your face that you're unfamiliar with our festival."

The fact that he had acknowledged my expression took me back a bit, for so lost in thought had he appeared that I was certain he registered nothing outside of his own recollections. I opened my mouth, but before I could confess my ignorance of local custom, he resumed his monologue:

"On the last Saturday of July, for as long as anyone around these parts can remember, Angel's Camp has conducted its annual Bullfrog Festival . Music and food are provided by the various households of the community and the day culminates with a bullfrog jumping contest. The prize, awarded to the man whose frog leaps the furthest, is fifty dollars. No great amount to either you or I, but a significant windfall to men who scratch their living from the dirt - and to a man with creditors on his heels.

When Leonidas arrived and expressed curiosity as to the crowd gathering in the square, I informed him as to the particulars of the festival and the contest. Feigning amusement he quickly suggested that go off in search of a bullfrog to enter in the competition - 'strictly for merriment.' And so we retired to the banks of the river where, after spending most of the morning seeking amphibians, we found ourselves empty handed.

By this point Leonidas had grown weary of the hunt and had just suggested that we return to village to see if any of the miners possessed a frog worth betting on when we witnessed a flash of ebony streak from the river's bank to beneath a small bush over twenty feet distant. As we crept up to the bush, our eyes perceived another flash of movement - this time from the bush to a pile of leaves, again some twenty feet away.

Leonidas, in what I must confess was the most ungentlemanly display, dashed himself upon the pile and began scampering about on his hands and knees. A few minutes later, Leonidas righted himself and held forth the most unusual creature for my inspection - a Bullfrog, huge and as black as India ink.

Giddy with delight at the prospect of claiming the fifty dollar prize, Leonidas raced towards the village, his obsidian quarry grasped firmly in his hands. Shocked by what I deemed to be my friend's immature behavior, I lagged behind. A decision that has haunted me these past months, and which will continue to haunt me for my remaining days - I pray that they be few.

I would latter learn that when Leonidas arrived in Angel's Camp he walked up to the first group of men that he saw conjugating together and attempted to place bets with them that his black frog would win that day's competition by jumping at least fifteen feet.

These men, miners all, are a close-knit community and hold no small distain towards outsiders, especially those attempting to compete for what they feel to be their prize money. So, it was with great pleasure that they informed Leonidas of something which had completely slipped my mind. This year was a Leap Year and therefore 'Leap Year rules' would be implemented.

Every four years, on a Leap Year, it was explained to Leonidas, the prize money is doubled to one hundred dollars. This news naturally brought a smile to Leonidas face - one which turned to a malevolent scowl once it was further explained that money would be awarded to the man whose frog jumped the shortest distance. This explanation was followed by riotous laughter at Leonidas' expense.

I arrived on the scene just as the mocking laughter was dying down and in time to witness Leonidas regain his composure, or so I thought, and announce with showman-like flair 'Gentlemen, so confident am I in the superiority of my black frog, that I will gladly wager that, not only will he jump the smallest distance, but - like the best trained hunting dog - he will obey my command to remain perfectly still.' Once more the crowd burst into laughter; however this time Leonidas joined in with them, letting forth a shrill cackle.

A short time later, after securing the miners wagers, Leonidas crept off in the direction of the woods, refusing to acknowledge my presence. I know now that I should've pursued him and attempted to glean his designs, but so embarrassed was I by his behavior that I wished no one to perceive a connection between us.

Less than an hour later, an announcement was made for all the men who would be entering frogs in the jumping contest to assemble before a white line which had been chalked into the grass. About two dozen men (Leonidas among them), closely followed by a noisy pack of children, stepped forward and squatted, placing their frogs on the line. The frogs instantaneously began leaping in all the directions of the compass - with the sole exception of Leonidas' black bullfrog which remained perfectly still, apparently obeying Leonidas' command to 'sit.'

Now all eyes turned to Leonidas' black frog and suddenly the air was punctuated with screams of horror from the children and cries of disgust from the adults as the reason why the frog remained steadfast became clearly visible, for Leonidas had amputated all of the poor creatures legs.

Rising to his feet, Leonidas addressed the angry crowd, "You dared to make sport of me?" he bellowed. "You, a pack of ignorant rustics, dared to laugh in my face? Well, I ask you, who's laughing now?" Once more Leonidas let forth a shrill cackle as he was seized up and carried off by a mob of several dozen miners.

Mericful Lord, how I wanted to intercede on Leonidas' behalf, but I know full well that had I stepped forward and acknowledged him as my friend, so caught up in their frenzy were the miners, that they would've visited upon me the same punishment they planned to deliver upon Leonidas. Racked with guilt, I waited and waited for news of my friends fate, but miners never spoke of what had happened to Leonidas.

For months I searched, fruitlessly, for any scrap of information as to Leonidas' whereabouts. And then, a few weeks ago while I was visiting Baltimore on business, this caught my eye."

Wheeler shaky hand reached into his coat pocket and removed a large piece of paper which had been folded into quarters. Carefully he unfolded the paper and handed it to me. It was an advertisement for a traveling circus called "The Garibaldi Family Carnival of Wonders" which seemed to feature the usual assortment of trained ponies, acrobats, and…

It took all of my strength to stifle the scream, for there - directly beneath the words "The Human Tadpole" - was a depiction of the limbless torso of Leonidas W. Smiley.

The End