Why, that cave hollow and all the adjacent hills were made of gold! But we did not know it.

We took it for dirt.

We left its rich secret in its own peaceful possession and grew up in poverty and went wandering about the world struggling for bread--and this because we had not the gift of prophecy.
That region was all dirt and rocks to us, yet all it needed was to be ground up and scientifically handled and it was gold.

That is to say, the whole region was a cement-mine--and they make the finest kind of Portland cement there now, five thousand barrels a day, with a plant that cost $2,000,000.
For a little while Reuel Gridley attended that school of ours.

He was an elderly pupil; he was perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three years old.