Why, didn't we touch at Banca in '44 and see the tin mining there ?" "Yes," said my father; "but I took no interest in it then." "Well, I did, my lad.

Tin?
No.

Tin would either be stream-tin, looking like so much grey stone, or else tin in quartz, all little blackish grains." "Then this is--" "Like the yellow iron you showed me once, and wanted to make me believe was gold--a mare's nest ?" My father looked at him with his brow all wrinkled up.
"No," said the doctor quickly, "it is not tin, Duncan, but very fine galena--" "Galena ?" said my father; and I stared at the glittering blackish ore like metallic coal.
"Yes, sir, galena-lead ore, and I shall be very much surprised if we do not find in it a large proportion of silver." "Silver!" cried my father excitedly.

"Then it is a great find." "Great find, my boy?
A very great find.

Now get a hammer and let's powder some of this up, and see whether we can melt it.