Then there was too much water, no way to mine except they employed professional divers, everything under water.

Then the transportation was to pay; then, when that was remedied, the ore didn't come out in shape to transport in the rough and had to be worked up on the premises, and new mills had to be built and new machinery put in, and a few little Irish dividends were collected for that.

Then when they got the mills up and the machinery in, they struck another kind of ore that ought to be transported; then there came a landslide and carried half the road into a canon.

So it went on, one thing and another.

If ever that darned mine had got into working order, right kind of ore, water enough and not too much, roads and machinery all right, and everything swimming, the Day of Judgment would have come." "Did you ever get anything out of it ?" inquired Andrew.
"Anything out of it ?" repeated the other.