But, now, all knowledge of it fled me, save that on the map it was a large, clumsy state, though yellow, the color of her hair.

Was it to be bounded like any cheaper state?
Did it have principal products, like Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and other ordinary states?
Its color was rightly golden; had it not produced her?
But other products,--iron, coal, wheat,--these were stuffs too base to fellow in the same mind with her.

Had it principal industries, like any red, or green, or blue state on that pedantic map?
I could no longer recall them.

Formally confronted with this problem, I muttered shamefully again that day in the valley of Humiliation.

There was, I knew, a picture at the top of the page in which strong, rugged men toiled at various tasks; but the natures of these had escaped me.