That man could appreciate it, for he hadn't had a cent for about a year.
In Tuolumne lived two miners who used to go to the neighboring village in the afternoon and return every night with household supplies.

Part of the distance they traversed a trail, and nearly always sat down to rest on a great boulder that lay beside the path.

In the course of thirteen years they had worn that boulder tolerably smooth, sitting on it.

By and by two vagrant Mexicans came along and occupied the seat.

They began to amuse themselves by chipping off flakes from the boulder with a sledge-hammer.