“Good gracious, Alf! Isn't that a brewery?”
“It is, Mark. Let's go in.”
So again they went in, and again stayed all day.
This happened again the next morning, and the next. Then my father became uneasy. A letter had come from Gold Hill, asking him where his report of the mines was. They agreed that next morning they would really begin the story; that they would climb to the top of a hill that overlooked the mines, and write it from there.
But the next morning, as before, Mark was surprised to discover the brewery, and once more they went in. A few moments later, however, a man who knew all about the mines—a mining engineer connected with them—came in. He was a godsend. My father set down a valuable, informing story, while Mark got a lot of entertaining mining yarns out of him.
Next day Virginia City and Gold Hill were gaining information from my father's article, and entertainment from Mark's story of the mines.
APPENDIX D
FROM MARK TWAIN'S FIRST LECTURE, DELIVERED OCTOBER 2, 1866.
(See Chapter liv) HAWAIIAN IMPORTANCE TO AMERICA.