Bad for the Men/ Upton Sinclair
Four or five miles to the eastward lay the lake, and over this the bitter winds came raging. Sometimes the thermometer would fall to ten or twenty degrees below zero at night, and in the morning the streets would be piled with snowdrifts up to the first-floor windows. The streets through which our friends […]
Holding the Horse’s Tail/ Ernest Hemingway
Now he remembered coming down through the timber in the dark holding the horse’s tail when you could not see and all the stories that he meant to write. About the half-wit chore boy who was left at the ranch that time and told not to let any one get any hay, and that old […]
