r that shoots up from this foundation is made
of all sorts of machines employed in minin'.

From this centre aisles and avenues branch off in every direction.

Great Britain and Germany and our own greatest mineral States are here
facin' this centre.

And you can walk down every avenue, and have your eyes most blinded by
the splendor of the exhibit.

You can see jest how they extract the gold from the ore from the minute
it is dug out of the earth till it is wrought into the shinin' dollar
or beautiful orniment.

You can see how Electricity, the Wizard, plays his part here, as
everywhere else, in drivin' drills, and workin' huge minin' pumps and
hoistin' appliances.

You can see how this Wizard gives the signals, fires the blast, and does
everything he is told to do, and does it better than anybody else could,
and easier.

Then there are figgers in groups representin' the old laborious way of
minin', old crushin' mortars and mills of ancient Mexico, propelled by
mules, compared with the automatic tramways and hydraulic transmission
of coal by a liquid medium, and all the other swift and modern ways.

South Africa shows off her diamond fields. The machinery picks up the
blue clay right before our eyes, the native Kaffirs pick out the
precious pebbles and sort 'em out, and a diamond-cutter right here, with
his chisel and wheel, cuts and polishes 'em till they are turned out a
flashin' gem to adorn a queen.

Then, if you git tired of roamin' round on the first floor, you can go
up into the broad gallery and look down in the vast halls and avenues,
full of dazzle and glitter.

Dretful interestin' them wuz to look at--dretful.

And up here are the offices of Geoligists, Minin' Engineers, and
Scientists, and a big library under charge of a librarian.

And here, too, is a laboratory where experiments are a-bein' conducted
all the time.

Wall, it wuz a sight--a sight what we see there.

But the thing that impressed me the most in the hull buildin', and I
thought on't all the time I wuz there, and thought on't goin' home, and
waked up and thought on't--

It wuz a statute of woman named Justice--a female big as life, made of
solid silver from her head to her heels, and a-standin' on a gold
world--

Jest as they do in the streets of the New Jerusalem. Oh, my heart, think
on't!

Yes, it tickled me to a extraordinary degree, for sech a thing must mean
sunthin'! The world borne on the outspread wings of an eagl