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Wittgenstein: Rules, Grammar and Necessity
Epilogue:
Wittgenstein’s Place in Twentieth-Century Analytic Philosophy
P. M. S. Hacker
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Volume 2
of An Analytical Commentary on
the Philosophical Investigations
Wittgenstein:
Rules, Grammar and Necessity
Essays and Exegesis of §§185–242
by
P. M. S. Hacker
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Contents
Acknowledgements x
Introduction to Volume 2 xii
Abbreviations xvi
ANALYTICAL COMMENTARY 1
Exegesis §§185–8 68
viii Contents
Exegesis §§189–202 98
IV Following rules, mastery of techniques, and practices 135
1. Following a rule 135
2. Practices and techniques 140
3. Doing the right thing and doing the same thing 145
4. Privacy and the community view 149
5. On not digging below bedrock 156
Contents ix
Index 371
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Acknowledgements
While writing the second edition of Wittgenstein: Rules, Grammar and Necessity,
I have benefited greatly from friends and colleagues who were kind enough
to read some of the draft essays or the exegesis or both, and to discuss the
difficulties with me. I am grateful to Edward Kanterian, who read and com-
mented on many of the essays. Leo Cheung, Andrew English, Timo-Peter
Ertz, Anthony Kenny, Wolfgang Künne, Felix Mühlhölzer, Hans Oberdiek,
Piero Pinzauti and Joachim Schulte all gave me numerous helpful comments
and corrections on the final essay on grammar and necessity. I am especially
indebted to Hanoch Ben-Yami and to Herman Philipse who read most of the
exegesis and essays and whose remarks saved me again and again from error
or unclarity.
My college, St John’s, generously supports research done by its Emeritus
Research Fellows and offers its many facilities for their use. For this I am most
grateful. The team at Wiley-Blackwell have seen this project through the press
with their customary efficiency and courtesy. I am particularly indebted to Nick
Bellorini and Liz Cremona.
A version of the essay ‘Private linguists and “private linguists” – Robinson
Crusoe sails again’ was presented at a conference organized by Nuño
Venturinha at the Universidad Nova de Lisboa in May, 2008, and is to be
published in the volume he has edited, entitled Wittgenstein after His Nachlass
(Palgrave Macmillan, Basingstoke, 2009). Parts of the essay ‘Grammar and neces-
sity’ were presented at seminars at the University of Bologna in April/May
2009 and at the 32nd International Wittgenstein Symposium at Kirchberg in
August 2009.
P. M. S. H.
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Schopenhauer
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Introduction to Volume 2
The first edition of this book was written between 1981 and 1984. Gordon
Baker and I had not originally intended to dedicate a whole volume to the
fifty-seven remarks that run from Philosophical Investigations §185 to §242. But
we found that the text was exceedingly difficult to penetrate. The interpreta-
tive controversies about these remarks were extensive and deep. The amount
of manuscript material on rules, following rules, practices and techniques was
large. The ratio of directly related Nachlass notes and typescripts to published
text is high. For, as we noted, Wittgenstein went over this ground again
and again, criss-cross in all directions, repeatedly redrafting remarks, adding,
pruning and polishing. Much of this material is invaluable, making his inten-
tions clear and resolving disputes about the interpretation of the final text.
We thought it a fundamental part of our enterprise to lay this documentation
before the reader. The manuscript material is indispensable for understanding
Wittgenstein’s ideas, and it provides the background against which our exposi-
tion of his ideas must be judged. So we resolved to write a volume dedicated
to Wittgenstein’s views on grammatical rules, on accord with a rule, on follow-
ing rules, on internal relations, and on the nature of logical, grammatical and
mathematical necessity.
Because the themes raised in these fifty-seven remarks of the Investigations
are so densely interwoven, the essays in this volume are more closely integ-
rated as parts of a single logical nexus than those in Volume 1, Part I. The
clarification of what precisely Wittgenstein meant by ‘a rule of grammar’, what
the relation is between a rule and the acts that accord with it, what it is to
follow a rule, and whether, and in what sense, one can follow a rule privately
or ‘privately’ are a sequentially related array of enquiries that are essential to
understanding Wittgenstein’s thought both upon the philosophy of mathematics
and upon the philosophy of language. Precisely because the Frühfassung con-
tinued into an early draft of the Remarks on the Foundations of Mathematics, Part
1, rather than into what we now know as ‘the private language arguments’,
we thought it essential to explain how two such diverse trees as the philo-
sophy of mathematics and explanation of the nature of necessity, on the one
hand, and the private language arguments, on the other, could be grafted onto
the same stock. And we also thought it necessary to take some steps to explain
the direction of Wittgenstein’s thought in the Remarks. Hence the long con-
cluding essay on ‘Grammar and necessity’. For it is not possible to understand
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about half of the old essays, and comprehensively rewriting the exegesis. The
second edition was published in two volumes, one of essays and the other of
exegesis, in 2005. Having completed that task, I turned in 2007 to examine
Volume 2 of the Commentary, and decided that this too needed redrafting
and supplementing with new material.
In this second edition I have redrafted much of the exegesis in the light of
numerous debates on the text over the last twenty-five years. I have, as in the
revisions to Volume 1, benefited greatly from Professor Eike von Savigny’s
methodical criticisms in his Wittgensteins ‘Philosophische Untersuchungen’: Ein
Commentar für Leser, 2nd edn (Klosterman, Frankfurt am Main, 1994). I have
also been able to make use of the Bergen electronic edition to hunt down
passages Gordon and I had missed as we searched our way through the 20,000
pages of Nachlass in the 1980s. Hence the tables of correlation are much expanded,
and will enable scholars to trace each remark to its sources. The result of this
new research is, I hope, an exhaustive survey of the relevant materials that
bear on the text, which will enable readers to judge for themselves whether
the interpretation offered is faithful to the printed text and supported by the
relevant manuscript materials. I should emphasize that I bear sole responsibility
for any new views advanced in this second edition.
The essays have been rewritten, sometimes extensively. One point that I
have tried to bring out, which was not previously made adequately clear, is
the point and purpose of Wittgenstein’s lengthy investigations into rules and
following rules, and their structural role within the Philosophical Investigations.
We had endeavoured to clarify why this issue arises out of the conception of
meaning as use, on the one hand, and the notion of understanding, in parti-
cular understanding something at a stroke, on the other. But no less pertinent
is the need to elucidate the nexus between internal relations and the idea that
following a rule is a practice. For internal relations are the fruits of a norma-
tive practice – a rule-governed regularity of action. And, against the backdrop
of the stream of human life, it is they that determine what is to be called, for
example, describing, calculating, inferring, and so forth. These ideas are at the
heart of Wittgenstein’s normative conception of mathematical propositions and
laws of inference and, indeed, it was for that purpose that they were origin-
ally crafted. For the book was originally intended to proceed from §189 into
what we now know as Part I of the Remarks on the Foundations of Mathematics.
So it is important to set the discussion of following a rule in both contexts.
One new essay has been added. ‘Private linguists and “private linguists”
– Robinson Crusoe sails again’ is designed to settle the debate between the
‘community view’ and its ‘individualist’ adversaries once and for all as far as
Wittgensteinian exegesis is concerned.
By far the most important modification to the essays is the substantial ex-
pansion of ‘Grammar and necessity’. I have rewritten this essay, compressing
the old text and adding much new material. My intention was to produce an
overview of Wittgenstein’s conception of logical, grammatical and mathematical
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Introduction to Volume 2 xv
P. M. S. Hacker
St John’s College, Oxford
March, 2009
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Abbreviations
Abbreviations xvii
xviii Abbreviations
3. Nachlass
All references to other material cited in the von Wright catalogue (G. H. von
Wright, Wittgenstein [Blackwell, Oxford, 1982], pp. 35ff.) are by MS or TS
number followed by page number (‘r’ indicating recto, ‘v’ indicating verso)
or section number ‘§’, as it appears in the Bergen electronic edition of
Wittgenstein’s Nachlass.
In the case of the first manuscript draft of the Investigations, MS 142 (the
Urfassung), references are to Wittgenstein’s section number (‘§’), save in the
case of references to pp. 77f., which are redrafts of PI §§1–2 and to pp. 78–91,
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Abbreviations xix
Manuscripts
MSS 105–22 refer to the eighteen large manuscript volumes written be-
tween 2 February 1929 and 1944. These were numbered by Wittgenstein as
Vols I–XVIII. In the first edition of this Commentary they were referred to
by volume number, followed by page number (e.g. ‘ Vol. XII, 271’). Since
then it has become customary to refer to them by von Wright number alone.
Here they are referred to on their first occurrence in a discussion by their von
Wright number, followed by volume number in parenthesis, followed by page
number as paginated in the Bergen edition (e.g. ‘MS 116 (Vol. XII), 271’).
In the subsequent occurrence of a reference to the same volume in the same
discussion, the volume number is dropped.
‘MS 114 (Vol. X), Um.’ refers to Wittgenstein’s pagination of the
Umarbeitung (reworking) of the Big Typescript in MS 114. The Umarbeitung begins
on folio 31v of MS 114 (Vol. X), and is consecutively paginated 1–228.
Typescripts
BI Bemerkungen I (TS 228), 1945–6, 185 pp. All references are to num-
bered sections (§).
All other typescripts are referred to as ‘TS’, followed by the von Wright
number and pagination as in the Bergen edition.
The successive drafts of the Investigations are referred to as follows:
TS 220 is the typescript of the ‘Early Draft’ (Fruhfassung (FF)) of the
Investigations, referred to in the first edition of this Commentary as ‘PPI’ (‘Proto-
Philosophical Investigations’), dictated from MS 142 (the Urfassung ( UF)).
TS 226R is Rhees’s pre-war translation of TS 220 §§1–116, referred to in the
1st edn of this Commentary as PPI(R).
TS 227a and 227b are the two surviving typescripts of the Investigations (the
copy from which the text was printed having been lost).
TS 238 is a reworking of TS 220, §§96–116, with renumberings, deletions,
corrections and additions in Wittgenstein’s hand, referred to in the 1st edn of
this Commentary as PPI (A).
TS 239 is a reworking of TS 220 (Bearbeitete Frühfassung).
ZF is the reconstructed ‘Intermediate Draft’ (Zwischenfassung) of the Investiga-
tions, previously known as ‘The Intermediate Version’, and referred to in the
1st edn of this Commentary as PPI(I).
In transcriptions from the Nachlass I have followed Wittgenstein’s convention
of enclosing alternative draftings within double slashes ‘//’.
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xx Abbreviations
PM Principia Mathematica, vol. I (with A. N. Whitehead), 2nd edn
(Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, 1927).
PrM The Principles of Mathematics, 2nd edn (rev.) (Allen and Unwin,
London, 1937).
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ANALYTICAL
COMMENTARY
Language: English
BY
ELIZABETH GERBERDING
A. M. ROBERTSON
SAN FRANCISCO
1902
COPYRIGHT 1901
BY
A. M. ROBERTSON
Ben Ralston and his cousin Beth were sitting on the northern slope
of Russian Hill, one of the many hills of San Francisco. At the foot of
the elevation the black buildings and smokeless chimney of an
abandoned smelting-works rose from the beach which skirted the
hill. Beyond, the blue bay sparkled in the sunlight, except where
fleeting cloud-shadows raced across its surface.
“I was born just about forty years too late,” the boy remarked with
emphasis.
“But the city’s a big place, and it’s getting bigger and bigger,—I
heard a man say so to-day.”
“I know all that, Beth; and the reason is, there are more people
coming all the time. Every one who comes lessens my chances to
get on. Forty years ago there weren’t many folks here, but there
were a heap of chances.”
“I had a feeling when I came up here to-day that you weren’t going
to take that place in Stratton’s store.”
“What made you think so?”
“O, I just guessed so from the way you talked. You always talk that
way when you’re blue.” She buried one of her hands in the shining
sand on which it rested.
“Think,”—he pointed to the huge chimney at the foot of the hill,
—“think of the gold the fire of that chimney has melted! And then
expect me to be an errand boy at three dollars a week, with a
chance of a raise to four in six months! I tell you, Beth, I can’t do it.
I’m not that kind. I’d get so wild thinking of it all. If it were
something more to do, or something where I could get ahead
quicker, I wouldn’t be so dead set against it.”
“Syd would like the place, I think, if you’re positive you’ll not take it.”
“Well, he’s welcome to it. Perhaps he’s the plodding kind,—though I
never thought he was; but I’ve got two hundred dollars, and it’s got
to help me to something better.”
“I thought you said it was three hundred?”
“So it was; but some more bills turned up and had to be paid, so it’s
dwindled. I’ve got it in the savings bank.”
The girl looked at the massive pillar which reared itself before them.
“I should think some of the gold would have stuck to the chimney,”
she remarked.
Her companion suddenly grasped her wrist.
“Beth!” he exclaimed. His eyes glowed with excitement, and he
sprang to his feet and whirled his hat around his head as he gave a
cheer. Then he stood quite still and gazed at the chimney.
The girl looked at him in wonder. “What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know myself—exactly. Maybe, it’s nothing, and maybe,—
you’ve found my fortune.”
“I?”
“Yes, you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, goosey, don’t you see it yet? To buy the right to mine the soot
for gold, the gold of the early days. Somehow, I’ve always felt that
that would be the stuff to put me on my feet,—and here it is.
Maybe, I’ve been mistaken,—maybe, I wasn’t born too late, after
all.”
“Mine the soot! How can you?”
“Why not? I’ve heard of its having been done.” His face shone with
hope. “No one’s ever thought of this!” he exclaimed. “Don’t you see
it’s a big thing?” he questioned, as she did not speak.
“If you can only do it. Will old Madge give you leave?”
“He will if I pay him for it. He’d give me the right, too, to tear down
the old sheds; and of course there’s gold under the crazy ramshackle
things. They had so much of it in the early days that they weren’t
any too careful.”
“Mr. Madge would be foolish to give you the right, if the gold is
there.”
“He is sort of fool-crazy over his mines. He’s always telling every one
all about them, how rich they are and all that. The biggest vein ever
seen is always just ahead. He wouldn’t come down to mining soot.”
“But wouldn’t it be his gold if you found it on his land?”
“No, ’twouldn’t. Not any more his than mine. The Works were just a
mill to crush everybody’s ore; and what’s left is for the sweeper.
Besides, the land is only leased, anyway, and if I go open-handed
and buy the right to sweep, what I find’s mine.”
“I should think that some of it would be his, too.”
“I don’t see it that way. A girl’s always got such cranky ideas of
business.”
“Well, we won’t quarrel about it until you get it. Shall you put in all
your money?”
“Every cent, if I have to. I’d like mighty well to have some left,
though, for the expense of working the thing.”
“O, Ben, suppose you shouldn’t find any gold?”
“That’s the chance I’ve got to take. But you shall have anything you
want, Beth.”
Her face flushed as she saw him glance at her shabby shoes and
frock, and she tried to cover her feet with the hem of her dress.
“These are trifles,” she bravely said, pointing to them; “but what I
should like would be more schooling.”
“You shall go to school, and before I get any gold either. I know a
way to fix it.”
“Don’t anger Mr. Hodges, will you, Ben?” She turned an anxious face
toward him.
“I won’t. I didn’t tell you that I found a note of his for ninety dollars
among father’s papers.”
“No. You don’t expect to get it?”
“Of course not; but I can hold it over his head for nearly two years
yet.”
Her face brightened. “And make him let me go to school! That isn’t a
bad scheme.”
“We’re doing great things in schemes to-day. Let’s go through the
old Works!” He seized her hand and they tore down the hillside, until
they stood, out of breath, before the nailed gates.
Grim and gaunt the building faced them. Boards were nailed over
the broken windows, and there were gaping sags in the roof.
Ben found an aperture in the fence, and they squeezed themselves
through it into the yard.
“Here,” he cried, “is where they dumped the ore! Beth, millions have
lain were we are standing!”
She did not appear to be greatly impressed by this dramatic
statement, and nervously glanced about.
“I should think tramps would sleep here.”
“No fear of that,” he replied; “it’s too cold. Come inside!”
She followed him timorously, feeling the mystery of a vacant house,
the unseen presence of former occupants.
“See!” Ben eagerly exclaimed, “there is where the boilers stood. And
there,”—he pointed to where some twisted and rusty pipes loosely
hung against the wall, like petrified serpents,—“is where the tanks
stood in which they washed the gold. They washed it before melting
it into bricks. Father has told me how the men used to stand knee-
deep in it in the tanks and shovel it out, just as if they were
shoveling coal.”
“They must have lost a lot.”
“It couldn’t be helped. And no one’s ever worked it over!”
“What was that!”
“Nothing but a loose shingle in the roof. Why, Beth, I didn’t know
you were such a coward.”
“I’m not a coward; but I don’t like spooky places.” She looked
apprehensively toward a dark corner.
“Spooky! Well, I hope some old miner’s ghost will kindly show me
where to dig, that’s all. See how wide the cracks are in the floor of
this shed,” he said, as he looked through an opening which led to an
adjoining building. “There are thousands of dollars in the dirt under
it—probably.”
They peered into the black cracks and could almost fancy they saw
the glitter of the precious metal. The boy threw back his head and
gazed at the massive brickwork of the chimney.
“It’s a chance, of course, but I’m going to take it. It’s funny to think
of mining for gold in the heart of San Francisco in 1901!” He laughed
and gave a low whistle.
“I’m so afraid you’ll lose all you’ve got,” she said. Then she suddenly
made up her mind to side with him. “But, after all, there’s a risk in
everything. I’d do it, if I were you, Ben,” she stoutly affirmed.
“There’s lots of risks I’d take if I were a man.”
“That’s got some grit to it,” Ben approvingly replied. His seventeen-
year-old vanity was flattered by being called a man.
“You see,” he continued, “if I’d been taught a trade it would be
different; or if father had had any business to leave me. But he was
just like old Madge,—wouldn’t do anything but trade in mines. He
always had a big fortune just in sight, but it never came near
enough to catch.”
“That’s a hard way to live.”
“Yes. It wore mother out; never to know from month to month
whether we were going to stay or move on, or what our income
would be. I believe all old miners are alike. Once a miner, always a
miner. The gold fever of early times bewitched them for all the rest
of their lives.”
“Take care you’re not bewitched, too.”
“It’s entirely different with me,” he began.
“No, it isn’t,” she interrupted. “But I’m with you, Ben. O, what a
crazy scheme it is!” She laughed at his troubled face. “What was
that? It is something in the house!”
“It’s some one in the yard,” Ben replied, looking out.
A man’s figure appeared in the doorway.
“Good-afternoon, Mr. Madge,” Ben said. “We are viewing your
property. With a floor, this would make a first-rate skating-rink.”
The man came toward them. Of medium stature, with a halting gait,
as though his joints were rusty, he helped himself along by the aid of
a stout hooked cane. A sparse gray beard covered the lower part of
his face, which was flushed from liquor. He looked uncomfortably
warm, and he took off his shabby broad-brimmed hat and ran his
fingers through his hair until it stood erect in tufts.
“A skating-rink! Like as not ’twould come down about your heads.
Run home, girl,” he said to Beth; “this is no place for you.”
“We were just going when you came in,” Ben replied, before she
could answer. “Good-night.”
“Didn’t you want to talk to him about the scheme?” she asked, when
they were out of hearing.
“Not when he’s in that condition. I wouldn’t take advantage of him.
Run home, now, before Mrs. Hodges has a chance to scold.”
“She’ll scold, anyway,” the girl replied. Then she shrugged her
shoulders as if to dismiss an unpleasant subject, and her face
brightened. “Race you to the Point, Ben!” she cried, placing one foot
forward for the start.
He did not respond, but gazed at her with a preoccupied air.
“One, two!” Still he made no answer. Her expectant attitude changed
and her arms fell to her sides, while a look of disappointment spread
over her face. “I think it’s just horrid if you’re going to be poky and
grown-up! I don’t see why people can’t work and play too; but it
seems they never do. Just because you’re three years older than me,
you think you’re grown up!”
“Why, Beth, what’s come over you?”
“You’re a man all at once; that’s all. I s’pose now we can’t have any
more fun with stilts and tar-barrels. Nor fly kites, nor run races, nor
—nor do anything we used to do! I hate the scheme,—I do!”
Ben laughed. “Come on,” he said; “I’ll race you.”
Off they went, flying along the beach until they came up, breathless,
against the wooded slopes of Black Point. They climbed up the bank
until they reached the ramparts.
“That was fine!” Beth said, seating herself on the grassy slope.
“Now, you can tell me some more about your plan. I don’t hate it
any more.”
Spread before them was the bay, dotted with craft. Across the
channel the Marin County hills rose abruptly from the water’s edge.
At Fort Point, which jutted out beyond the promontory on which they
were sitting, some experiments in a new explosive were being made.
They watched the flash and report and the little cloud of dust the
charge made when it struck the opposite shore. Above them, on a
higher embankment, a sentry paced to and fro, his bayonet
glistening in the sunlight.
“So, Dame Trot scolds a good deal, does she?” Ben remarked,
ignoring the invitation to expatiate on the scheme. “I must stop
calling her that. Her name’s Mrs. Hodges.”
“Yes, she does. I don’t think she means to, though,” she added. “I
think she’s been disappointed in so many things that it’s made her
cross with everything. If it wasn’t for poor little Sue I couldn’t stand
it.”
“Sue would miss you—if you should go away.”
“I know she would—terribly.”
“You’ve thought of going, then?”
“O, sometimes I think of it; but when Sue turns her poor little face
and looks at me, I can’t bear to think any more about it.”
“Doesn’t she look so at her mother, too?”
“Yes; but her mother always seems to want to get her out of her
sight. She wouldn’t hurt her, of course; but it seems as if she held a
grudge against God and Sue for her being so deformed. Somehow,
she acts as if she held both of them responsible for the child’s
misery.”
“Most mothers would be more tender to such a child.”
“I know it,—just cuddle it up in their arms, away from all the rest of
the world! But she doesn’t. I guess it’s because she’s so selfish. She
wants everything of hers to be the best. Of course it isn’t, and so
she’s always complaining.”
“I know. And I say, Beth, do you know that ill-humor’s catching? I
don’t like to hear you say that you ‘hate’ things.”
“You know I don’t mean it.”
“Then, don’t say it. But how are the boys? Are they good to Sue?”
“O, yes; how could they help it? Even Hodges is different to her.”
“How’s Syd? Somehow, I’ve got sort of turned against him lately.”
“He’s just the same old Syd. You say you’ve turned against him
lately; but you know, Ben Ralston, that you never liked him.”
Ben laughed. “I can’t fool you, can I, Beth? I think I was trying to
fool myself the most. Tell me about him.”
“His mother favors him always, and that spoils him. He’s envious and
suspicious, always imagining that some one’s going to slight him;
and she makes this silly feeling worse by encouraging him in it.”
“I know he always looks sidewise at me, as though he thought I
meant to trip him up, or eat his share of the treat, or get the best of
him somehow.”
“Perhaps you’d rather I wouldn’t tell him about that place?”
“Tell him, if you want to; but I don’t believe you’ll get any thanks for
it. He’ll think it’s some sort of a trap we’ve set for him.”
“How do you suppose he ever got into such a habit?”
“Partly disposition, partly habit. It’s a habit that grows, till after a
while he will not trust any one. But don’t let’s talk of him when we
can talk about the scheme. Beth, if it pans out, I’ll always think you
were my fairy godmother.”
“I? Why, I haven’t done anything at all!”
“Yes, you have. You’ve shown me the way, just like the fairy
godmother who pointed out the ring in the tree-trunk to Aladdin and
told him to pull and a door would open that would lead down to the
treasure-house.”
“That wasn’t a fairy godmother; it was a magician, an old Chinaman;
so I don’t feel complimented.”
Ben did not reply. He was busily planning how to reach his treasure.
“I’ll have to have machinery and things; and at least one man to
help me, I suppose,” he said. “I don’t know, exactly, what I’d better
do first. But I can find out,” he added, with a rather blank look.
A few minutes before he had exulted in the fact that he was his own
master, to negotiate the business and carry it on unaided; but
already he found himself wishing for some friend of experience with
whom he could consult. A few of the difficulties to be surmounted
had dawned upon him.
“Why not ask Hodges about it?”
“I don’t want to do that if I can help it. I know just how he’d sneer
and throw cold water on it all.”
“Couldn’t you find a partner?”
“I’m not sure that I want to. If I let others into it I’d be afraid they’d
freeze me out. Men with more money than he had did that to father
lots of times.”
“O, I hope you won’t get cheated, Ben!” She clasped her hands and
looked so distressed that he laughed.
“I’ll be too many for them. I’d better paddle my own canoe, though,
and then there won’t be any danger.”
“I don’t see why there need be any such thing as cheating in the
world.”
“It’s a queer old world. Mother used to say that sometimes she
thought it was the lunatic asylum of the universe.”
“I should think, for instance, that in case you work over the old
Works and get out the gold, everybody would be glad that you’d
succeeded, and would go on with their own work and earn their own
money, without wanting to cheat you out of yours.”
“I know, Beth, that’s the fair way to look at it; but all men don’t feel
that way. Those that don’t are the ones I’ve got to look out for.”
“When men are so selfish, it makes life just a big fight.”
“Yes,” Ben replied. “And ’most every man is fierce to down every
other one. It’s just like a big school. You despise the bullies and
sneaks, of course, but you’ve got to look out for them. I don’t mean
to leave a crack for a rascal to get the better of me in this business.
I’d rather make forty blunders myself than to have some one jam me
in the door.”
“Don’t you wish you knew whether you could get it or not?”
“Yes. First ‘catch your hare.’ Thunder! I wish I didn’t have to wait till
to-morrow. Waiting’s the hardest thing in the world!”
The cousins slowly walked back on the beach where they had raced
a half-hour before.
“I’ll let you know just as soon as I can,” Ben said at parting. “You
gave me the idea, and who knows what’ll come of it?”
CHAPTER II
THE PURCHASE