Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

A well by the roadside where an old man graciously gave up a tin cup of strong mineral flavored but cold water – an old Southern Style farmhouse nearby –; We found a little stream that had no yellow deposit in it, and went swimming – ; At Hammondsville, late afternoon, a very brief shower forced us to take shelter on the porch of an old Inn. When the rain stopped we sat on, enjoying the mellow freshened air. On a tower above us pigeons kept flying in and out, cooing all the while. Four small boys came along and stopped to stare curiously at us – Keller bought them ice-cream cones. It was a golden moment; how different Hammondsville from Wellsville or Steubenville; - a quiet little country town, with an idyllic atmosphere.; Arriving at Ironsdale – after drinks again at a place called simply “The Parlor”, we went to the only “hotel” and engaged rooms –; Supper at the hotel – a long table, with benches on each side – besides us laborers from the