“charles alden seltzer”

From the crest of Three Mile Slope the man on the pony could see the town of Dry Bottom straggling across the gray floor of the flat its low squat buildings looking like so many old boxes blown there by an idle wind or unceremoniously dumped there by a careless fate and left regardless to carry out ... More

Shuffling down the long slope its tired legs moving automatically the drooping pony swerved a little and then came to a halt trembling with fright.... More