ley wire, he manufactured gunpowder, and cannon from brass shotgun shells, he moulded bullets, he tanned squirrel skins, he attempted to stuff birds, he made maps of pulped butcher's paper, he prepared medicines from herbs, he distilled liquor and attempted to petrify wood, he built houses and trapezes and dams and attempted to build a lake; he raised pigeons, chickens, rabbits, and snakes; he drilled for oil, he examined openings in the fruit industry, lawn mowing, pickling, floriculture, printing, and the newspaper business; but most of all his heart was set on gold mining, exploring Indian graves, and swinging a rawhide lariat from a saddle of Spanish leather while spurring a lean broncho after the mavericks, scurrying through the sagebrush of a western mesa.
Suppressed desires? Not at all! He found time and means and energy for all this rich and various life by the time he was thirteen. He has squeezed all the juice out of those oranges. But what has he done since? Soon
