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 eagle is under her feet, and under that is a foundation of solid gold.

First, the riches of the earth to the bottom; then the eagle Ambition, and wavin’ wings of power and conquest, carryin’ the hull round world, and then, above ’em all, Woman.

Yes, Justice in the form of woman stood jest where she ort to stand—­right on top of the world.

Justice and Woman has too long been crumpled down, and trod on.  But she has got on top now, and I believe will stay there for some time.

She holds a septer in her right hand, and in her left a pair of scales.

She holds her scales evenly balanced—­that is jest as it ort to be; they have always tipped up on the side of man (which has been the side of Might).

But now they are held even, and Right will determine how the notches stand, not Might.

I don’t believe that the Nation would make a statute of woman out of solid silver, and stand it on top of the world, if it didn’t lay out to give her sect a little mite of what she symbolizes.

They hain’t a-goin’ to make a silver woman and call it Justice, if they lay out to keep their idee of wimmen in the future, as they have in the past, the holler pewter image stuffed full of all sorts of injustices, and meannesses, and downtroddenness.