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[[red underline]] salt mine. [[/red underline]] We descended about 600 feet in a box suspended by a cable.  Celine and other ladies too.  Very tall and wide vaulted alleys, all made by the salt itself.  No wood used for bracing.  There is no water so no pumps are necessary.  The composition of the salt runs very uniform.  The salt is almost chemically fine salt and requires no refining.  The deposit is immense and is not troubled with natural gas or petroleum as most of other mines of Louisiana.  This salt is sold, I believe at about $1.50 per ton at the mine.  I understand about 500 tons a day are mined.  Laborers all negroes.  Seem intelligent and satisfied.  One tells me they work by the piece and make
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[[symbols "#" and circle topped by a cross in top left margin with annotation]] Charge day up to Hooker and to Royal Baking} 5 hours each [[/symbols and annotation]] 

as much as $2.00 and 4.00 and even $5.00 a day.  The salt is one continuous mass of crystalline texture, and when a lump is thrown on the ground it brittles easily into large number of small lumps about 1/2 inch to 1 inch in section.  Refreshments were served in house of [[red underline]] Mr. Myles [[/red underline]] on the hill of the Island.  I notice that two [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] small open fires were burning in the house.  Coming home I started coughing and [[red underline]] am troubled with sore throat and violent headache, [[/red underline]] and general symptoms of a bad cold.  I was glad to be again in hotel but had to accompany [[red underline]] Celine [[/red underline]] to Station.  She is leaving for Washington tonight.  I feel very uncomfortable with my cold so I went to bed but could not sleep on account of oppression on lungs and violent coughing.  If matters are not