“He went and stood at the foot of the table, opposite to where Madame Delmandé sat, and let fall the box upon it.
    The thing in falling shattered, and from its
bursting sides gold came, clicking, spinning, gliding, some of it like
oil; rolling along the table and off it to the floor, but heaped up,
the bulk of it, before the tramp.
    ‘Here’s money!’ he called out, plunging his old hand in the thick of it.”

—Kate Chopin, ‘A Wizard from Gettysburg’, from Bayou Folk, 1894.