His head was throbbing, but he felt a curious sense of elation.

He felt that he could stand there and talk the rest of his life.

He made the crowd listen, he made it laugh, he made it buy.

He told stories and sang songs, he coaxed and persuaded, until only a few microscopes were left and the old cigar-box was heavy with silver.
"Step right up and take a look at a fly's leg! Every one ought to have a microscope in his home.

When you get hard up it will make a dime look like a dollar, and a dollar like a five-dollar gold piece.