’Oh, what an ignorant boy you are! You are living in the midst of the Cassiterides, and don’t know it. Cassiterides is the Phoenician for Devon and Cornwall. It means the place whence the Phoenicians drew their tin; and where the Phoenicians went the Jews went also. Marazion, as every fool knows, is called also Market Jew, because the Jews came there to buy metal for Solomon’s temple. You haven’t a Bible, have’y, Sampson junior, ready to hand?’ ’I doubt if there be such a thing in the house.’ ’There is, though, only I don’t know where it be stowed away this present moment. I bought one for taking the level of the Phoenicians under the guidance of the Reverend Flamank. Now Solomon; you’ve heard of Solomon?’ ’Which, the pawnbroker?’ ’No; Solomon the wisest of men, and because the wisest the richest. He sent a navy of ships with his own men and Phoenicians to get gold for the temple at Jerusalem and his own house. There is one thing strikes an earnest inquirer like me about King Solomon, and makes me admire the beauty of his character greatly. When he were building the temple he built his own palace at the same time, and didn’t make of ’em separate accounts. So the Jews gave profusely for the building of their temple, and how much of that subscription went to the King’s house, I reckon Solomon himself would have been pushed to answer. He was seven years building the temple, and thirteen years over his own palace, and when you know that, you can guess how the material went. But that is neither here nor there. I was just giving you a sample of the wisdom of Solomon. Well, the ships of Solomon came for gold to Ophir, and fetched thence four hundred and twenty talents of gold-dust; that, Israel Flamank tells me, is nigh on fifty-three thousand pounds weight. Think of that! Now where gold came from, there gold is to be had.’ ’But where did it come from?’ ’From Ophir, to be sure. We must find Ophir.’ ’Governor, that won’t do. You and I are not going to leave Old England gold prospecting. You are too old, and I am disinclined.’ ’Didn’t I tell you we were in the Cassiterides?’ ’Yes; but Cassiterides is not Ophir.’ ’But Ophir may be in the Cassiterides.’ ’Gold never was found in the West,’ said Sampson junior, shaking his head. ’There never was any tin in Wheal Polpluggan,’ said the old man, who turned blazing red with suppressed laughter. His sides shook, his white hair gleamed ghastly against his red skin. Then he broke into a roar, and slapping Sampson on the knee, he shouted, as he waved his glass of grog over his head, and spilled the contents on his silver hair and gleaming cheeks, ’To the prosperity of Ophir! Drink, Sampy, drink! to Ophir, the Ophir of Solomon in the West Country.’