Books [Description of a Mill Village]
There were narrow little yards, some weed-grown and some white with sand. Some of the yards were fenced
On up the lane the big oak trees cast their cool shade into the dusty road. As I walked further I saw a few more houses with new-looking green roofs. A bed of bright yellow cannas nestled close to the caves of a long narrow, three-room house built differently from the four-room houses I had just passed. At this point the avenue of oaks was crossed by another road running east and west. From down the oak avenue I could hear the rythmnic humming of the cotton mill located at the end.
I did not then follow the avenue of oaks further but turned right into the road which crossed it. A young woman sat on the backsteps of a house whose yard was clean and neat. She was crying and her small son who snuggled closely to her looked up at her in hurt wonder.
On further the stench from a group of hogpens came like a sickening breath into my nostrils. The odor passed with the wind as I walked on. On another porch a big-stomached woman forced her broad hand into a lamp chimney and wiped away the collected soot