All it contained was a check for ten dollars upon the Gold Exchange Bank of New York.

I shall remember that check as long as I live, and that John Hancock signature of "J.C.

Babcock, Cashier." It gave me the first penny of revenue from capital--something that I had not worked for with the sweat of my brow.

"Eureka!" I cried.

"Here's the goose that lays the golden eggs." It was the custom of our party to spend Sunday afternoons in the woods.