from the depths of that white mass. Gradually a few dead trees commenced to appear and then the uncompromising row of red factory houses.
    It was hard to tell when the day, so delicate in its beginning, mounted up into the full power of an August mid-day – but here all at once it was – fog gone, cicadas singing, the heat pouring down –
    After a morning shave by a woodland stream, I rode down to the town and procured a sandwich and a glass of milk at an old tumbledown restaurant – From here I rode up to a bridge over Yellow Creek and sat down to enjoy the tremendous landscape. In a few moments I was surrounded by a group of small boys who were very curious about my trip. I amused my self(sic) till