rusting and unsmoking stacks with an air stubborn, baffled and bemused upon a stump pocked scene of profound and peaceful desolation, unplowed, untilled, gutting slowly into red and choked ravines beneath the long quiet rains of autumn and the galloping fury of vernal equinoxes. Then the hamlet which at its best day had borne no name listed on Post-office Department annals would not now even be remembered by the hookworm ridden heirs-at-large who pulled the buildings down and burned them in cook stoves and winter grates.
