The foreigner returned, asked how matters had gone, and was told in polite
but firm terms that his machines were not suited to the people of Minoge.
Whereupon he returned the fifty dollars to the old lady of the "White
Pine," and went away laughing. Minoge subsided into its ordinary every-day
groove of life, and it was not till some years after that the inhabitants
became better used to pistols, lamps, and European medicines.