But I made affluent use of it.

I multiplied it by sixteen, brought it into town from sixteen different directions, made sixteen separate items out of it, and got up such another sweat about hay as Virginia City had never seen in the world before.
This was encouraging.

Two nonpareil columns had to be filled, and I was getting along.

Presently, when things began to look dismal again, a desperado killed a man in a saloon and joy returned once more.

I never was so glad over any mere trifle before in my life.