Among the Forces eBook

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The wildest imagination of Scheherezade never dreamed in Arabian Nights of genii that had a tithe of the power of these real forces.  Her genii shut up in bottles had to wait centuries for some fisherman to let them out.


“Sacra fames auri.”  The hunger for gold, which in men is called accursed, in metals is justly called sacred.

In all the water of the sea there is gold—­about 400 tons in a cubic mile—­in very much of the soil, some in all Philadelphia clay, in the Pactolian sands of every river where Midas has bathed, and in many rocks of the earth.  But it is so fine and so mixed with other substances that in many cases it cannot be seen.  Look at the ore from a mine that is giving its owners millions of dollars.  Not a speck of gold can be seen.  How can it be secured?  Set a trap for it.  Put down something that has an affinity—­voracious appetite, unslakable thirst, metallic affection—­for gold, and they will come together.

We have heard of potable gold—­“potabile aurum.”  There are metals to which all gold is drinkable.  Mercury is one of them.  Cut transverse channels, or nail little cleats across a wooden chute for carrying water.  Put mercury in the grooves or before the cleats, and shovel auriferous gravel and sand into the rushing water.  The mercury will bibulously drink into itself all the fine invisible gold, while the unaffectionate sand goes on, bereaved of its wealth.

Put gold-bearing quartz under an upright log shod with iron.  Lift and drop the log a few hundred times on the rock, until it is crushed so fine that it flows over the edge of the trough with constantly going water, and an amalgam of mercury spread over the inclined way down which the endusted water flows will drink up all the gold by force of natural affection therefor.

Neither can the gold be seen in the mercury.  But it is there.  Squeeze the mercury through chamois skin.  An amalgam, mostly gold, refuses to go through.  Or apply heat.  The mercury flies away as vapor and the gold remains.

If thou seekest for wisdom as for silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasure, thou shalt find.


A little boy had a silver mug that he prized very highly, as it was the gift of his grandfather.  The boy was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but, what was much better, he had a mug often filled with what he needed.

One day he dipped it into a glass jar of what seemed to him water, and letting go of it saw it go to the bottom.  He went to find his father to fish it out for him.  When he came back his heavy solid mug looked as if it were made of the skeleton leaves of the forest when the green chlorophyll has decayed away in the winter and left only the gauzy veins and veinlets through which the leaves were made.  Soon even this fretwork was gone, and there was no sign of it to be seen.  The liquid had eaten or drank the solid metal up, particle by particle.  The liquid was nitric acid.

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