an example of what it was possible to do if you tried.

They all went in. Jim Eliot mortgaged the inside of the drug store
and jammed it into Twin Tamagami. Pete Glover at the hardware store
bought Nippewa stock at thirteen cents and sold it to his brother at
seventeen and bought it back in less than a week at nineteen. They
didn't care! They took a chance. Judge Pepperleigh put the rest of
his wife's money into Temiskaming Common, and Lawyer Macartney got
the fever, too, and put every cent that his sister possessed into
Tulip Preferred.

And even when young Fizzlechip shot himself in the back room of the
Mariposa House, Mr. Gingham buried him in a casket with silver
handles and it was felt that there was a Monte Carlo touch about the
whole thing.

They all went in--or all except Mr. Smith. You see, Mr. Smith had
come down from there, and he knew all about rocks and mining and
canoes and the north country. He knew what it was to eat flour-baked
dampers under the lee side of a canoe propped among the underbrush,
and to drink the last drop of whiskey within fifty miles. Mr. Smith
had mighty little use for the north. But what he did do, was to buy
up enough early potatoes to send fifteen carload lots into Cobalt at
a profit of five dollars a bag.

Mr. Smith, I say, hung back. But Jeff Thorpe was in the mining boom
right from the start. He bought in on the Nippewa mine even before
the interim prospectus was out. He took a "block" of 100 shares of
Abbitibbi Development at fourteen cents, and he and Johnson, the
livery stablekeeper next door, formed a syndicate and got a thousand