WHERE THE ALLEGHENY FLOWS—RENO CONTRIBUTES A GENEROUS MITE—SCRUBGRASS HAS A SHORT INNING—BULLION LOOMS UP WITH DUSTERS AND GUSHERS—A PEEP AROUND EMLENTON—FOXBURG FALLS INTO LINE—THROUGH THE CLARION DISTRICT—ST. PETERSBURG, ANTWERP, TURKEY CITY AND DOGTOWN—EDENBURG HAS A HOT TIME—PARKER ON DECK. ---------- “He left the barren-beaten thoroughfare.”—_Tennyson._ “Who, grown familiar with the sky, will grope * * * among groundlings?”—_Browning._ “What lavish wealth men give for trifles light and small!”—_W. S Hawkins._ “How soon our new-born light attains to full-aged noon.”—_Francis Quarles._ “Liberal as noontide speeds the ambient ray And fills each crevice in the world with day.”—_Lytton._ “We must take the current when it serves or lose our ventures.”—_Shakespeare._ “Let us battle for elbow-room.”—_James Parish Steele._ “Peter Oleum came down like a wolf on the fold.”—_Byron Parodied._ “Plunged into darkness or plunged into light.”—_Hester M. Poole._ “Lord love us, how we apples swim!”—_Mallett._ “The best-laid schemes o’ mice and men gang aft a-gley.”—_Robert Burns._ “Fortune turns everything to the advantage of her favorites.”—_Rochefoucauld._ “Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.”—_Milton._ “A gorgeous sunset is coloring the whole sky.”—_Julius Stinde._ ---------- South and west of Oil Creek for many miles the petroleum-star shed its effulgent luster. Down the Allegheny adventurous operators groped their way patiently, until Clarion, Armstrong, Butler, Washington and West Virginia unlocked their splendid store-houses at the bidding of the drill. Aladdin’s wondrous lamp, Stalacta’s wand or Ali Babi’s magic sesame was not so grand a talisman as the tools which from the bowels of the earth brought forth illimitable spoil. No need of fables to varnish the tales of struggles and triumphs, of disappointments and successes, of weary toil and rich reward that have marked the oil-development from the Drake well to the latest strike in Tyler county. Men who go miles in advance of developments to seek new oil-fields run big chances of failure. They understand the risk and appreciate the cold fact that heavy loss may be entailed. But “the game is worth the powder” in their estimation and impossibility is not the sort of ability they swear by. “Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win” is a maxim oil-operators have weighed carefully. The man who has faith to attempt something is a man of power, whether he hails from Hong Kong or Boston, Johannesburg or Oil City. The man who will not improve his opportunity, whether seeking salvation or petroleum, is a sure loser. His stamina is as fragile as a fifty-cent shirt and will wear out quicker than religion that is used for a cloak only. Muttering long prayers without working to answer them is not the way to angle for