Five Towns on the B. & O. in
General
BY day … tireless smokestacks … hungry smoky shanties hanging to the slopes … crooning: We get by, that’s
all.
By night … all lit up … fire-gold bars, fire-gold flues … and the shanties shaking in clumsy shadows …
almost the hills shaking … all crooning: By God, we’re going to find out or know why.
By Carl Sandburg
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