Strips of gold bands about six feet long and of the proper thickness for twenty dollar pieces are run through a machine which cuts out the pieces, and when these are cut they can stamp out the pieces as fast as one can count.
This was the most ingenious work I ever saw, and very wonderful and astonishing to a backwoodsman like myself, for I supposed that money was run in moulds like bullets.
As we could not wait we went to a bank and sold our dust, getting only sixteen dollars per ounce, the same price they paid in California.

We now took the cars and rode out to Lake Ponchartrain--most of the way over a trestle work.

We found a wharf and warehouse at the lake, and a steamer lay there all ready to go across to the other side.

The country all about looked low, with no hills in sight.
When we returned to the city we looked all about, and in the course of our travels came to a slave market.

Here there were all sorts of black folks for sale; big and little, old and young and all sorts.