I came to a turn in the road, and a post with a metal sign:
"Rogers's I.--1/2m." Here was another causeway across a marsh, not
as well kept, nor as much used, as that from Bailey's Harbor, but
quite passable. The island was in plain sight at the end of the
road,--a rocky hummock of land, with two patches of trees. At the
edge of one of these groups of trees I could see a chimney and one
corner of a house. A big, pink poster, stuck up on the sign-post,
had caught my eye. It was like several others which I remembered
having seen on trees and fences as I came along the road. Now, for
the first time, I stopped to read one of them. This is what it
said:

GOLD
FROM THE VASTY DEEP
OLD OCEAN
GIVES UP HIS WEALTH
AT LAST
SUCCUMBS TO THE MODERN WIZARD
EASE AND COMFORT PLACED WITHIN
THE REACH OF ALL BY THE
METROPOLITAN MARINE GOLD
COMPANY
COME TO THE GRAND DEMONSTRATIONS
AT THE COMPANY'S PLANT,
ROGERS'S ISLAND
TWO EXCURSIONS--MORNING &
AFTERNOON

JULY 30