I felt at home there.

I was only twenty-two, and salesmanship was a field I had never tried, except for a season when I sold Mark Twain's book, Following the Equator.

There were plenty of men who had the knack of selling.

My natural gift, if I had any, was to smooth the path for working men and help them solve their problems.

I had learned that labor was the first step on the road to knowledge.