Him very good white man, that man; plenty money all a time." Napoleon dwelt upon the wealth of his favorite white man so persistently that presently it occurred to me to inquire a little further.
"Suppose a white man had no money," said I, "what sort of a man would you think him ?" My philosopher's countenance took on a fine expression of contempt.
"Suppose white man no got money ?" he asked.

"Eh! suppose he no got money--him dam fool!" And Napoleon glared upon us, his passengers, as though he wondered if either of us would venture to contradict so plain a proposition.
The sulphur bank is a remarkable deposit of decomposed volcanic rock and ashes, containing so large a quantity of sulphur that I am told that at the refining-works, which lie on the bank of the lake, the mass yields eighty per cent.

of pure sulphur.

The works were not in operation when I was there.
Several large hot springs burst out from the bank, and gas and steam escape with some violence from numerous fissures.

The deposit looks very much like a similar one on the edge of the Kilauea crater, on the island of Hawaii, but is, I should think, richer in sulphur.