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    Chapter XXX

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    I met men at every turn who owned from one thousand to thirty thousand
    "feet" in undeveloped silver mines, every single foot of which they
    believed would shortly be worth from fifty to a thousand dollars--and as
    often as any other way they were men who had not twenty-five dollars in
    the world. Every man you met had his new mine to boast of, and his
    "specimens" ready; and if the opportunity offered, he would infallibly
    back you into a corner and offer as a favor to you, not to him, to part
    with just a few feet in the "Golden Age," or the "Sarah Jane," or some
    other unknown stack of croppings, for money enough to get a "square meal"
    with, as the phrase went. And you were never to reveal that he had made
    you the offer at such a ruinous price, for it was only out of friendship
    for you that he was willing to make the sacrifice. Then he would fish a
    piece of rock out of his pocket, and after looking mysteriously around as
    if he feared he might be waylaid and robbed if caught with such wealth in
    his possession, he would dab the rock against his tongue, clap an
    eyeglass to it, and exclaim:

    "Look at that! Right there in that red dirt! See it? See the specks of
    gold? And the streak of silver? That's from the Uncle Abe. There's a
    hundred thousand tons like that in sight! Right in sight, mind you!
    And when we get down on it and the ledge comes in solid, it will be the
    richest thing in the world! Look at the assay! I don't want you to
    believe me--look at the assay!"

    Then he would get out a greasy sheet of paper which showed that the
    portion of rock assayed had given evidence of containing silver and gold
    in the proportion of so many hundreds or thousands of dollars to the ton.

    I little knew, then, that the custom was to hunt out the richest piece of
    rock and get it assayed! Very often, that piece, the size of a filbert,
    was the only fragment in a ton that had a particle of metal in it--and
    yet the assay made it pretend to represent the average value of the ton
    of rubbish it came from!

    On such a system of assaying as that, the Humboldt world had gone crazy.
    On the authority of such assays its newspaper correspondents were
    frothing about rock worth four and seven thousand dollars a ton!

    And does the reader remember, a few pages back, the calculations, of a
    quoted correspondent, whereby the ore is to be mined and shipped all the
    way to England, the metals extracted, and the gold and silver contents
    received back by the miners as clear profit, the copper, antimony and
    other things in the ore being sufficient to pay all the expenses
    incurred? Everybody's head was full of such "calculations" as those--
    such raving insanity, rather. Few people took work into their
    calculations--or outlay of money either; except the work and expenditures
    of
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