| contributor, Scribner's Monthly, Volume 3, Number 1… (1871)
“ Amidst a death-like stillness the door of this box flew open, and out stepped, with an air of jaunty assurance, with flaxen hair and whiskers, a nobby suit of clothes, an eye-glass, a cane, and patent leather boots—out stepped, with a bow and a smirk, just as any human being might have done, only with infinitely more grace and ease—out stepped the miraculous, the mysterious, the supernatural, the incomparable Automaton! The entire audience, having held their breath for a half-hour without stopping, now let it out again in a prolonged and mighty "Ah-h-h-h!" ”
