ABSTRACT
Trade was the Alps and Pyrrenees to me. I had to ascend one rock after another, and I thought I should never be at the top. I was wholly unaccustomed to climb these hills of gold, and felt as if my breath would fail me at every turn. Five years ago however I set out, and now, like Hannibal in the Roman History, or Moses on top of Mount Pisgah, I have a glimpse of the promised land. I see its rich vallies, its meandering streams, its towering cities, and its fertile fields. I am proud I am here; but I wish I was there. 1
