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-范文最新推荐- Russell Conwell : Acres of Dia russell conwell : acres of diamondswhen going down the tigris and euphrates rivers many years ago with a party of english travelers i found myself under the direction of an old arab guide whom we hired up at baghdad, and i have often thought how that guide resembled our barbers in certain mental characteristics. he thought that it was not only his duty to guide us down those rivers, and do what he was paid for doing, but to entertain us with stories curious and weird, ancient and modern strange, and familiar. many of them i have forgotten, and i am glad i have, but there is one i shall never forget.the old guide was leading my camel by its halter along the banks of those ancient rivers, and he told me story after story until i grew weary of his story-telling and ceased to listen. i have never been irritated with that guide when he lost his temper as i ceased listening. but i remember that he took off his turkish cap and swung it in a circle to get my attention. i could see it through the corner of my eye, but i determined not to look straight at him for fear he would tell another story. but although i am not a woman, i did finally look, and as soon as i did he went right into another story. said he, ¡°i will tell you a story now which i reserve for my particular friends.¡± when he emphasized the words ¡°particular friends,¡± i listened and i have ever been glad i did. i really feel devoutly thankful, that there are 1,674 young men who have been carried through college by this lecture who are also glad that i did listen.the old guide told me that there once lived not far from the river indus an ancient persian by the name of ali hafed. he said that ali hafed owned a very large farm; that he had orchards, grain-fields, and gardens; that he had money at interest and was a wealthy and contented man. one day there visited that old persian farmer one of those ancient buddhist priests, one of the wise men of the east. he sat down by the fire and told the old farmer how this old world of ours was made. he said that this world was once a mere bank of fog, and that the almighty thrust his finger into this bank of fog, and began slowly to move his finger around, increasing the speed until at last he whirled this bank of fog into a solid ball of fire. then it went rolling through the universe, burning its way through other banks of fog, and condensed the moisture without, until it fell in floods of rain upon its hot surface, and cooled the outward crust. then the internal fires bursting outward through the crust threw up the mountains and hills, the valleys, the plains and prairies of this wonderful world of ours. if this internal molten mass came bursting out and cooled very quickly, it became granite; less quickly copper, less quickly silver, less quickly gold, and, after gold, diamonds were made. said the old priest, ¡°a diamond is a congealed drop of sunlight.¡± now that is literally scientifically true, that a diamond is an actual deposit of carbon from the sun.the old priest told ali hafed that if he had one diamond the size of his thumb he could purchase the county, and if the had a mine of diamonds he could place his children upon thrones through the influence of their great wealth. ali hafed heard all about diamonds, how much they were worth, and went to his bed that night a poor man. he had not lost anything, but he was poor because he was discontented, and discontented because he feared he was poor. he said, ¡°i want a mine of diamonds,¡± and he lay awake all night. early in the morning he sought out the priest. i know by experience that a priest is very cross when awakened early in the morning, and when he shook that old priest out of his dreams, ali hafed said to him: “will you tell me where i find diamonds?¡±“diamonds! what do you want with diamonds?¡±¡°why, i wish to be immensely rich.¡±¡°well, then, go along and find them. that is all you have to do; go and find them, and then you have them.¡±¡°but i don¡¯t know where to go.¡±¡°well, if you will find a river that runs through white sands, between high mountains, in those white sands you will always find diamonds.¡±¡°i don¡¯t believe there is any such river.¡±¡°oh yes, there are plenty of them. all you have to do is to go and find them, and then you have them.¡±said ali hafed, ¡°i will go.¡±so he sold his farm, collected his money, left his family in charge of a neighbor, and away he went in search of diamonds. he began his search, very properly to my mind, at the mountains of the moon. afterward he came around into palestine, then wandered on into europe, and at last when his money was all spent and he was in rags, wretchedness, and poverty, he stood on the shore of that bay at barcelona, in spain, when a great tidal wave came rolling in between the pillars of hercules, and the poor, afflicted, suffering, dying man could not resist the awful temptation to cast himself into that incoming tide, and he sank beneath its foaming crest, never to rise in this life again.then after that old guide had told me that awfully sad story, he stopped the camel i was riding on and went back to fix the baggage that was coming off another camel, and i had an opportunity to muse over his story while he was gone. i remember saying to myself, ¡°why did he reserve that story for his ¡®particular friends¡¯?¡± there seemed to be no beginning, no middle, no end, nothing to it. that was the first story i had ever heard told in my life, and would be the first one i ever read, in which the hero was killed in the first chapter. i had but one chapter of that story, and the hero was dead. when the guide came back and took up the halter of my camel, he went right ahead with the story, into the second chapter, just as though there had been no break.the man who purchased ali hafed¡¯s farm one day led his camel into the garden to drink, and as that camel put its nose into the shallow water of that garden brook, ali hafed¡¯s successor noticed a curious flash of light from the white sands of the stream. he pulled out a black stone having an eye of light reflecting all the hues of the rainbow. he took the pebble into the house and put it on the mantel which covers the central fires, and forgot all about it.a few days later this same old priest came in to visit ali hafed¡¯s successor, and the moment he opened that drawing-room door he saw that flash of light on the mantel, and he rushed up to it, and shouted: ¡°here is a diamond! has ali hafed returned?¡±¡°oh no, ali hafed has not returned, and that is not a diamond. that is nothing but a stone we found right out here in our own garden.¡±¡°but,¡± said the priest, ¡°i tell you i know a diamond when i see it. i know positively that is a diamond.¡± then together they rushed out into that old garden and stirred up the white sands with their fingers, and lo! there came up other more beautiful and valuable gems then the first. ¡°thus,¡± said the guide to me, ¡°was discovered the diamond-mine of golconda, the most magnificent diamond-mine in all the history of mankind, excelling the kimberly itself. the kohinoor, and the orloff of the crown jewels of england and russia, the largest on earth, came from that mine.¡±when that old arab guide told me the second chapter of his story, he then took off his turkish cap and swung it around in the air again to get my attention to the moral. those arab guides have morals to their stories, although they are not always moral. as he swung his hat, he said to me, ¡°had ali hafed remained at home and dug in his own cellar, or underneath his own wheat fields or in his own garden, instead of wretchedness, starvation, and death by suicide in a strange land, he would have had ¡®acres of diamonds.¡¯ for every acre of that old farm, yes, every shovelful, afterward revealed gems which since have decorated the crowns of monarchs.¡±when he had added the moral of his story i saw why he reserved it for ¡°his particular friends.¡± but i did not tell him that i could see it. it was that mean old arab¡¯s way of going around a thing like a lawyer, to say indirectly what he did not dare say directly, that ¡°in his private opinion there was a certain young man then traveling down the tigris river that might better be at home in america.¡± i did not tell him i could see that, but i told it to him quick, and i think i will tell it to you.i told him of a man out in california in 1847, who owned a ranch. he heard they had discovered gold in southern california, and so with a passion for gold he sold his ranch to colonel sutter, and away he went, never to come back. colonel sutter put a mill upon a stream that ran through that ranch, and one day his little girl brought some wet sand from the raceway into their home and sifted it through her fingers before the fire, and in that falling sand a visitor saw the first shining scales of real gold that were ever discovered in california. the man who had owned that ranch wanted gold, and he could have secured it for the mere taking. indeed, thirty-eight millions of dollars has been taken out of a very few acres since then. about eight years ago i delivered this lecture in a city that stands on that farm, and they told me that a one-third owner for years and years had been getting one hundred and twenty dollars in gold every fifteen minutes, sleeping or waking, without taxation. you and i would enjoy an income like that - if we didn¡¯t have to pay an income tax.but a better illustration really than that occurred here in our town of pennsylvania. if there is anything i enjoy above another on the platform, it is to get one of these german audiences in pennsylvania, and fire that at them, and i enjoy it tonight. there was a man living in pennsylvania, not unlike some pennsylvanians you have seen, who owned a farm, and he did with that farm just what i should do with a farm if i owned one in pennsylvania- he sold it. but before he sold it he decided to secure employment collecting coal-oil for his cousin, who was in the business in canada, where they first discovered oil on this continent. they dipped it from the running streams at that early time. so this pennsylvania farmer wrote to his cousin asking for employment. you see, friends, this farmer was not altogether a foolish man. no, he was not. he did not leave his farm until he had something else to do. of all the simpletons the stars shine on i don¡¯t know of a worse one than the man who leaves one job before he has gotten another. that has especial reference to my profession, and has no reference whatever to a man seeking a divorce. when he wrote to his cousin for employment, his cousin replied, ¡°i cannot engage you because you know nothing about the oil business.¡± well, then the old farmer said, ¡°i will know,¡± and with most commendable zeal (characteristic of the students of temple university) he sat himself at the study of the whole subject. he began away back at the second day of god¡¯s creation when this world was covered thick and deep with that rich vegetation which since has turned to the primitive beds of coal. he studied the subject until he found that the drainings really of those rich beds of coal furnished the coal-oil that was worth pumping, and then he found how it came up with the living springs. he studied until he knew what it looked like, smelled like, tasted like, and how to refine it. now said he in his letter to his cousin, ¡°i understand the oil business.¡± his cousin answered, ¡°all right, come on.¡±so he sold his farm, according to the county record, for $833 (even money, ¡°no cents¡±). he had scarcely gone from that place before the man who purchased the spot went out to arrange for the watering of the cattle. he found the previous owner had gone out years before and put a plank across the brook back of the barn, edgewise into the surface of the water just a few inches. the purpose of that plank at that sharp angle across the brook was to throw over to the other bank a dreadful-looking scum through which the cattle would not put their noses. but with that plank there to throw it all over to one side, the cattle would drink below, and thus that man who had gone to canada had been himself damming back for twenty-three years a flood of coal-oil which the state geologists of pennsylvania declared to us ten years later was even then worth a hundred millions of dollars to our state, a thousand millions of dollars. the man who owned that territory on which the city to titusville now stands, and those pleasantville valleys, had studied the subject from the second day of god¡¯s creation clear down to the present time. he studied it until he knew all about it, and yet he is said to have sold the whole of it for $833, and again i say, ¡°no sense.¡±but i need another illustration. i found it in massachusetts, and i am sorry i did because that is the state i came from. this young man in massachusetts furnishes just another phase of my thought. he went to yale college and studied mines and mining, and became such an adept as a mining engineer that he was employed by the authorities of the university to train students who were behind their classes. during his senior years he earned $15 a week for doing that work. when he graduated they raised his pay from $15 to $45 a week, and offered him a professorship, as soon as they did he went right home to his mother. if they had raised that boy¡¯s pay from $14 to $15.60 he would have stayed and been proud of the place, but when they put it up to $45 at one leap, he said, ¡°mother, i won¡¯t work for $45 a week. the idea of a man with a brain like mine working for $45 a week! let¡¯s go out to california and stake out gold-mines and silver-mines, and be immensely rich.¡± said his mother, ¡°now, charlie, it is just as well to be happy as it is to be rich.¡± ¡°yes,¡± said charlie, ¡°but it is just as well to be rich and happy too.¡± and they were both right about it. as he was an only son and she a widow, of course he had his way. they always do.they sold out in massachusetts, and instead of going to california they went to wisconsin, where he went into the employ of the superior copper mining company at $15 a week again, but with the proviso in his contract that he should have an interest in any mines he should discover for the company. i don¡¯t believe he ever discovered a mine, and if i am looking in the face of any stockholder of that copper company you wish he had discovered something or other. i have friends who are not here because they could not afford a ticket, who did have stock in that company at the time this young man was employed there. this young man went out there and i have not heard a word from him. i don¡¯t know what became of him, and i do