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sea of magnetic influence, a sure and steady guide. Now we can sail
out of sight of headlands. We have in the darkness and light, in calm
and storm, an unswerving guide. Now Columbus can steer for any new
world.

Does not this seem like a spiritual force? Lodestone can impart its
qualities to hard steel without the impairment of its own power. There
is a giving that does not impoverish, and a withholding that does not
enrich.

Wherever there is need there is supply. The proper search with
appropriate faculties will find it. There are yet more things in
heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy.

THE FAIRY GRAVITATION

The Germans imagine that they have fairy kobolds, sprites, and gnomes
which play under ground and haunt mines. I know a real one. I will
give you his name. It is called "Gravitation." The name does not
sound any more fairylike than a sledge hammer, but its nature and work
are as fairylike as a spider's web. I will give samples of his helpful
work for man.

In the mountains about Saltzburg, south of Munich, are great thick beds
of solid salt. How can they get it down to the cities where it is
needed? Instead of digging it out, and packing it on the backs of
mules for forty miles, they turn in a stream of water and make a little
lake which absorbs very much salt--all it can carry. Then they lay a
pipe, like a fairy railroad, and gravitation carries the salt water
gently and swiftly forty miles, to where the railroads can take it
everywhere. It goes so easily! There is no railroad to build, no car
to haul back, only to stand still and see gravitation do the work.

How do they get the salt and water apart? O, just as easily. They ask
the wind to help them. They cut brush about four feet long, and pile
it up twenty feet high and as long as they please. Then a pipe with
holes in it is laid along the top, the water trickles down all over the
loose brush, and the thirsty wind blows through and drinks out most of
the water. They might let on the water so slowly that all of it would
be drunk out by the wind, leaving the solid salt on the bushes. But
they do not want it there. So they turn on so much water that the
thirsty wind can drink only the most of it, and the rest drops down
into great pans, needing only a little evaporation by boiling to become
beautiful salt again, white as the snows of December.

There are other minerals besides salt in the beds in the m