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ut one chapter of that story； and the hero was dead。
When the guide came back and took up the halter of my camel； he went right ahead with the story； into the second chapter； just as though there had been no break。 The man who purchased Ali Hafed's farm one day led his camel into the garden to drink； and as that camel put its nose into the shallow water of that garden brook； Ali Hafed's successor noticed a curious flash of light from the white sands of the stream。 He pulled out a black stone having an eye of light reflecting all the hues of the rainbow。 He took the pebble into the house and put it on the mantel which covers the central fires； and forgot all about it。
A few days later this same old priest came in to visit Ali Hafed's successor； and the moment he opened that drawing…room door he saw that flash of light on the mantel； and he rushed up to it； and shouted： ‘‘Here is a diamond！ Has Ali Hafed returned？'' ‘‘Oh no； Ali Hafed has not returned； and that is not a diamond。 That is nothing but a stone we found right out here in our own garden。'' ‘‘But；'' said the priest； ‘‘I tell you I know a diamond when I see it。 I know positively that is a diamond。''
Then together they rushed out into that old garden and stirred up the white sands with their fingers； and lo！ there came up other more beautiful and valuable gems than the first。 ‘‘Thus；'' said the guide to me； and； friends； it is historically true； ‘‘was discovered the diamond…mine of Golconda； the most magnificent diamond…mine in all the history of mankind； excelling the Kimberly itself。 The Kohinoor； and the Orloff of the crown jewels of England and Russia； the largest on earth； came from that mine。''
When that old Arab guide told me the second chapter of his story； he then took off his Turkish cap and swung it around in the air again to get my attention to the moral。 Those Arab guides have morals to their stories； although they are not always moral。 As he swung his hat； he said to me； ‘‘Had Ali Hafed remained at home and dug in his own cellar； or underneath his own wheat… fields； or in his own garden； instead of wretchedness； starvation； and death by suicide in a strange land； he would have had ‘acres of diamonds。' For every acre of that old farm； yes； every shovelful； afterward revealed gems which since have decorated the crowns of monarchs。''
When he had added the moral to his story I saw why he reserved it for ‘‘his particular friends。'' But I did not tell him I could see it。 It was that mean old Arab's way of going around a thing like a lawyer； to say indirectly what he did not dare say directly； that ‘‘in his private opinion there was a certain young man then traveling down the Tigris River that might better be at home in America。'' I did not tell him I could see that； but I told him his story reminded me of one； and I told it to him quick； and I think I will tell it to you。
I told him of a man out in California in 1847 who owned a ranch。 He heard they had discovered gold in southern California； and so with a passion for gold he sold his ranch to Colonel Sutter； and away he went； never to come back。 Colonel Sutter put a mill upon a stream that ran through that ranch； and one day his little girl brought some wet sand from the raceway into their home and sifted it through her fingers before the fire； and in that falling sand a visitor saw the first shining scales of real gold that were ever discovered in California。 The man who had owned that ranch wanted gold； and he could have secured it for the mere taking。 Indeed； thirty…eight millions of dollars has been taken out of a very few acres since then。 About eight years ago I delivered this lecture in a city that stands on that farm； and they told me that a one…third owner for years and years had been getting one hundred and twenty dollars in gold every fifteen minutes； sleeping or waking； without taxation。 You and I would enjoy an income like thatif we didn't have to pay an income tax。
But a better illustration really than that occurred here in our own Pennsylvania。 If there is anything I enjoy above another on the platform； it is to get one of these German audiences in Pennsylvania before me； and fire that at them； and I enjoy it to…night。 There was a man living in Pennsylvania； not unlike some Pennsylvanians you have seen； who owned a farm； and he did with that farm just what I should do with a farm if I owned one in Pennsylvaniahe sold it。 But before he sold it he decided to secure employment collecting coal…oil for his cousin； who was in the business in Canada； where they first discovered oil on this continent。 They dipped it from the running streams at that early time。 So this Pennsylvania farmer wrote to his cousin asking for employment。 You see； friends； this farmer was not altogether a foolish man。 No； he was not。 He did not leave his farm until he had something else to do。 _*Of all the simpletons the stars shine on I don't know of a worse one than the man who leaves one job before he has gotten another_。 That has especial reference to my profession； and has no reference whatever to a man seeking a divorce。 When he wrote to his cousin for employment； his cousin replied； ‘‘I cannot engage you because you know nothing about the oil business。''
Well； then the old farmer said； ‘‘I will know；'' and with most commendable zeal （characteristic of the students of Temple University） he set himself at the study of the whole subject。 He began away back at the second day of God's creation when this world was covered thick and deep with that rich vegetation which since has turned to the primitive beds of coal。 He studied the subject until he found that the drainings really of those rich beds of coal furnished the coal…oil that was worth pumping； and then he found how it came up with the living springs。 He studied until he knew what it looked like； smelled like； tasted like； and how to refine it。 Now said he in his letter to his cousin； ‘‘I understand the oil business。'' His cousin answered； ‘‘All right； come on。''
So he sold his farm； according to the county record； for 833 （even money； ‘‘no cents''）。 He had scarcely gone from that place before the man who purchased the spot went out to arrange for the watering of the cattle。 He found the previous owner had gone out years before and put a plank across the brook back of the barn； edgewise into the surface of the water just a few inches。 The purpose of that plank at that sharp angle across the brook was to throw over to the other bank a dreadful…looking scum through which the cattle would not put their noses。 But with that plank there to throw it all over to one side； the cattle would drink below； and thus that man who had gone to Canada had been himself damming back for twenty…three years a flood of coal…oil which the state geologists of Pennsylvania declared to us ten years later was even then worth a hundred millions of dollars to our state； and four years ago our geologist declared the discovery to be worth to our state a thousand millions of dollars。 The man who owned that territory on which the city of Titusville now stands； and those Pleasantville valleys； had studied the subject from the second day of God's creation clear down to the present time。 He studied it until he knew all about it； and yet he is said to have sold the whole of it for 833； and again I say； ‘‘no sense。''
But I need another illustration。 I found it in Massachusetts； and I am sorry I did because that is the state I came from。 This young man in Massachusetts furnishes just another phase of my thought。 He went to Yale College and studied mines and mining； and became such an adept as a mining engineer that he was employed by the authorities of the university to train students who were behind their classes。 During his senior year he earned 15 a week for doing that work。 When he graduated they raised his pay from 15 to 45 a week； and offered him a professorship； and as soon as they did he went right home to his mother。
_*If they had raised that boy's pay from 15 to 15。60 he would have stayed and been proud of the place； but when they put it up to 45 at one leap； he said； ‘‘Mother； I won't work for 45 a week。 The idea of a man with a brain like mine working for 45 a week！_ Let's go out in California and stake out gold…mines and silver…mines； and be immensely rich。''
Said his mother； ‘‘Now； Charlie； it is just as well to be happy as it is to be rich。''
‘‘Yes；'' said Charlie； ‘‘but it is just as well to be rich and happy； too。'' And they were both right about it。 As he was an only son and she a widow； of course he had his way。 They always do。
They sold out in Massachusetts； and instead of going to California they went to Wisconsin； where he went into the employ of the Superior Copper Mining Company at 15 a week again； but with the proviso in his contract that he should have an interest in any mines he should discover for the company。 I don't believe he ever discovered a mine； and if I am looking in the face of any stockholder of that copper company you wish he had discovered something or other。 I have friends who are not here because they could not afford a ticket； who did have stock in that company at the time