sky, and to feel that yerself 'uz the whole
affair, cook and captain bold, ore shoveller, head ingineer,
amalgamator and main squeeze."

"All capital," continued McGinnis, "is too much depindent upon labor.
The only real solution--" he paused to feel his pockets for a
match--"the only real solution is to be _both_ capital and labor.
Then, av ye've anny kick, take it to yourself, and settle it fair fer
both!" He paused again, and again the light of his idea showed upon
his countenance. "This," said McGinnis, "is Accajyun!"

He wandered over to the little boiler which drove the engine, and took
inventory of the pile of crooked pinon wood that lay heaped up near by.
He sounded the tank on top of the engine house, and found that it was
half full. Then, calmly and methodically, he took off his coat, folded
it, and laid it across a bench. He picked up a piece of board,
whittled a little pile of shavings, thrust them into the ashy grate,
and piled some wood above them. Then he scraped a match, and turning a
cock or so to satisfy himself that the boiler would not go out through
the roof in case he did get up steam, sat down to await developments.
"She'll steam for sure," he ruminated. "She'll steam as much as wud do
for a peanut wagon, av ye give her time."

Before the morning was gone the little boiler began to thump and churn
and threaten. McGinnis ran the belt on to the stamp shaft. He went up
and connected the crusher and shovelled a few barrows of ore into the
hopper. Not long afterwards there was a dull and creaking rumble. The
shaft of the stamps turned half around, slipped and stopped with a
rusty squeak. Then came further creaks, groans, and rumbles. McGinnis
walked calmly from place to place, tightening, loosening, shaking,
testing, shovelling, and watching.

"It's wonderful," said he to himself, softly. "It's just wonderful
what human bein's can do! If I, hadn't ever seen this mill, I wuddn't
have believed it! But I'll say at this point meself, that I'm not
looking a gift mill in the mouth. Moreover, this runnin' of your own
mill, not bein' beholden to any sordid capitalist, nor yet depindent on
anny inefficient labor, is what I may call a truly ijeel situation in
life. I'll stay here till the wood runs out. Not that I'll cut wood
for annybody. Capital must draw the line somewhere!"

No one noticed the smoke from the abandoned gold mill. McGinnis ran it
by himself and undisturbed until his wo