“No! never!”
“Well, that is odd!”
“I am afraid it is a very bad country for that.”
“Ay to make it in, but not to find it in.”
“What do you mean?”
“George,” said the other, lowering his voice mysteriously, “in our walk to-day we passed places that brought my heart into my mouth; for if this was only California those places would be pockets of gold.”
“But you see it is not California, but Australia, where all the world knows there is nothing of what your mind is running on.”
“Don't say 'knows,' say 'thinks.' Has it ever been searched for gold?”
“I'll be bound it has; or, if not, with so many eyes constantly looking on every foot of soil a speck or two would have come to light.”
“One would think so; but it is astonishing how blind folks are, till they are taught how to look, and where to look. 'Tis the mind that sees things, George, not the eye.”