only fifteen acres apiece.

Yes; this one buildin' covered as much ground as Silenas Bobbet gits a
good livin' from, a-raisin' cabbage and spinach.

And the buildin' wuz seemin'ly all wrought of white marble, with
statutes, and colonnades, and towers, and everything else for its
comfort, and inside wuz every machine that wuz ever made or thought on,
from a sassage-cutter and apple-parer to a steam engine in full blast.

I believe they tuned up higher and louder when I went in--it wouldn't be
nothin' surprisin' if they did, some as the brass band strikes up as the
hero enters.

This song wuz the loud, strong chorus of Labor, that echoes all over the
world, grand chorus that is played by the full orkestry of the sons and
daughters of toil.

Oh, how many notes there is in this strong, ail-pervadin' anthem!
Genius, and Patience, and Ambition, and Enterprise, and Ardent
Endeavor--high notes, and low ones, all blent together, all tuned to the
hauntin' key. It is a sam that shakes the hull earth with its might.

As I entered this palace, sacred to its song, how its echoes rolled
through my ear pans, how them pans seemed to fairly shiver under the
mighty strokes of the song, and its weird, painful accompaniment of
boilers a-boilin', rollin' mills a-rollin'!

Water wheels, freight elevators--cranes a-cranin', derricks
a-derrickin', divin' apparatus, fire-extinguishin' apparatus--