There is plenty of gold in this valley.

There isn't a fellow in this settlement who hasn't got a quart glass fruit-jar full of gold nuggets and dust under his bed, and who isn't just waiting and pining to show it to some stranger like yourself.

You're Glad Tidings in this town.

You couldn't walk to-morrow if you took all the free samples of solid gold the boys would offer you.

You'd get dizzy looking down prospect holes.