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every crime in th’ calendar to make three per cent 
intrust; capital, that don’t care enny more for a 
fightin’ chance to earn a dividend than I do for me 
lim’s. No, no, byes! Capital’ll go anywhere there’s 
a chanct to make money—a little thing like guv’ment 
regulation won’t drive capital away. But grafters, 
that’s another thing. Them that comes here like a 
man would go to a bank an’ say to the President: 
‘Here, you, I wanna be a director an’ get let in on a 
couple of hundred per cent profit for me money, or I 
won’t play,’—them fellers is scairt away jest like 
the bank would scare them. What ‘capital’ like | 
that is lookin’ for is a roulette wheel—an’ it wants to 
own the wheel. 
“‘ An’ as fer the poor man,’’ McGee went on, ‘‘he’s 
got a whole lot more chance on the National Forest 
to-day than he has offen’ it. Haven’t I got twenty 
and more mining claims here meself—an’ no trouble 
in gettin’ any of thim. ‘The rules is so an’ so,’ says 
the Supervisor, ‘the forests is to use, so long as not 
abused,’ says he, ‘an first come first served,’ he says. 
If ye’ want to build a road, or use water power, or 
let y’r sheep or cattle run on th’ forest, ye git y’r 
permit an’ pay y’r fee, an’ there y’ are. If ye 
wanta take out a homestead claim, or a mining claim, 
or cut wood or run a sawmill the way is simple to 
folley. There’s no running to a town meetin’ or a 
crooked offishul or a politician to make it easy for 
ye to do somethin’ ye ought not to be allowed to do 
—for a consideration. Ye don’t haf’ to bother with 
