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Jr. Horatio Alger The Young Miner; Or, Tom Nelson in California

On the very morning succeeding the day when Tom's remittance was received the squire remarked to his head workman, "Whiteface is an excellent cow, Abner."
"Yes, squire, I calculate she's the best you've got."
"I don't know but she is, Abner," said the squire, complacently. "I consider her worth at least fifty dollars."
"So she is, every cent of it."
"And she cost me only thirty," thought Squire Hudson, with a smile of content.
He was a rich man, and abundantly able to pay his poor neighbor the full value of the cow; but somehow it never occurred to him to do it.
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Jr. Horatio Alger The Young Miner; Or, Tom Nelson in California

Peabody," he said, "when I tell you that you are responsible for your own bad luck. You have had just as good a chance as Tom or I."
"Your claim was better."
"There was no difference that I can see, except that we worked, and you didn't. You don't expect gold to come to you?"
"You and Tom are more used to hard work than I," murmured Peabody.
"If you did not feel able to work, you should not have come to California. A man must work harder here than at home, and then he stands a chance of succeeding better."
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Jr. Horatio Alger The Young Miner; Or, Tom Nelson in California

Look around you, and you will see nothing to remind you of man. It is nature on a grand scale, I admit, but the soul is wanting."
"I like mountains," said Tom, thoughtfully. "There is something grand about them."
"There are some famous mountains in your native State, New Hampshire, are there not, Tom?"
"Yes; but I have only seen them from a distance. They are not above thirty miles away from where I was born; but poor people don't travel in search of scenery, Mr. Ferguson."
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