These Saturday articles, at any rate, made the Saturday reader rigid with sympathetic doggedness himself, which was all that the editor (who was doggedly trying to make the paper pay) wanted to effect.
But in reality the making of Tomlinson's fortune was very simple.

The recipe for it is open to anyone.

It is only necessary to own a hillside farm beside Lake Erie where the uncleared bush and the broken fields go straggling down to the lake, and to have running through it a creek, such as that called Tomlinson's, brawling among the stones and willows, and to discover in the bed of a creek--a gold mine.
That is all.
Nor is it necessary in these well-ordered days to discover the gold for one's self.

One might have lived a lifetime on the farm, as Tomlinson's father had, and never discover it for one's self.

For that indeed the best medium of destiny is a geologist, let us say the senior professor of geology at Plutoria University.