I confess I never pass these coal ovens at Larimer's Station without feeling that if he who makes two blades of grass grow where one grew before is a public benefactor and lays the race under obligation, those who produce superior coke from material that has been for all previous years thrown over the bank as worthless, have great cause for self-congratulation.

It is fine to make something out of nothing; it is also something to be the first firm to do this upon our continent.
We had another valuable partner in a second cousin of mine, a son of Cousin Morrison of Dunfermline.

Walking through the shops one day, the superintendent asked me if I knew I had a relative there who was proving an exceptional mechanic.

I replied in the negative and asked that I might speak with him on our way around.

We met.