If these lands exist, they're only a hunting-ground of swamp, Indians, and buffalo.

The survey is paper, the cleared fields a fable, the town Manoa, the scheme a bubble, the purchasers fools, and the sellers knaves,--and there's your legal opinion in a nutshell!" "I didn't ask for a legal opinion," said Mocket.

"I'm a lawyer myself.
There's land there, you'll not deny, and a river, and plenty of game If a Yankee doesn't find it Paradise, he had no chance anyhow, and a Kentuck can care for himself! There's no sense in calling it a bubble, or being so damned scrupulous!" Rand made a gesture of contempt.

"You let Yazoo companies and the Promised Land alone! People are ceasing to be fools.

To-day they demand a hair of the mammoth or a sample of the salt mountain." Mocket ceased rustling the papers on the table, and turned to regard his chief more closely.