Coaches that fly over the ground twenty miles an hour--heavens and earth, think of that, Nancy! Twenty miles an hour.
It makes a main's brain whirl.

Some day, when you and I are in our graves, there'll be a railroad stretching hundreds of miles--all the way down from the cities of the Northern States to New Orleans--and its got to run within thirty miles of this land--may be even touch a corner of it.

Well; do you know, they've quit burning wood in some places in the Eastern States?
And what do you suppose they burn?
Coal!" [He bent over and whispered again:] "There's world--worlds of it on this land! You know that black stuff that crops out of the bank of the branch ?--well, that's it.

You've taken it for rocks; so has every body here; and they've built little dams and such things with it.

One man was going to build a chimney out of it.