Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net ’Tis here you’ll find the mintage of my mind.—_Goethe._ ------------------------------------- [Illustration: Elbert Hubbard] Elbert Hubbard The Mintage Being Ten Stories & One More By Elbert Hubbard Copyright 1910 Elbert Hubbard CONTENTS FIVE BABIES TO THE WEST SIMEON STYLITES THE SYRIAN BATTLE OF THE LITTLE BIG HORN SAM CLEOPATRA AND CÆSAR A SPECIAL OCCASION UNCLE JOE AND AUNT MELINDA BILLY AND THE BOOK JOHN THE BAPTIST AND SALOME THE MASTER ------------------------------------- All success consists in this: you are doing something for somebody—are benefiting humanity; and the feeling of success comes from the consciousness of this. FIVE BABIES Riding on the Grand Trunk Railway a few weeks ago, going from Suspension Bridge to Chicago, I saw a sight so trivial that it seems unworthy of mention. Yet for three weeks I have remembered it, and so now I’ll relate it, in order to get rid of it. And possibly these little incidents of life are the items that make or mar existence. But here is what I saw on that railroad train: five children, the oldest a girl of ten, and the youngest a baby boy of three. They were traveling alone and had come from Germany, duly tagged, ticketed and certified. They were going to their Grandmother at Waukegan, Illinois. The old lady was to meet them in Chicago. The children spoke not a word of English, but there is a universal language of the heart that speaks and is understood. So the trainmen and the children were on very chummy terms. Now, at London, Ontario, our train waited an hour for the Toronto and Montreal connections. Just before we reached London, I saw the Conductor take the three smallest little passengers to the washroom at the end of the car, roll up their sleeves, turn their collars in, and duly wash their hands and faces. Then he combed their hair. They accepted the situation as if they belonged to the Conductor’s family, as of course they did for the time being. It was a domestic scene that caused the whole car to smile, and made everybody know everybody else. A touch of nature makes a whole coach kin. The children had a bushel-basket full of eatables, but at London that Conductor took the whole brood over to the dining-hall for supper, and I saw two fat men scrap as to who should have the privilege of paying for the kiddies’ suppers. The children munched and smiled and said little things to each other in Teutonic whispers. After our train left London and the Conductor had taken up his tickets, he came back, turned over two seats and placed the cushions lengthwise. One of the trainmen borrowed a couple of blankets from the sleeping-cars, and with the help of three volunteered overcoats, the babies were all put to bed, and duly tucked in.