Life in the Iron-Mills; Or, The Korl Woman

LIFE IN THE IRON-MILLS

by Rebecca Harding Davis

“Is this the end? O Life, as futile, then, as frail! What hope of answer or redress?”

A cloudy day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works? The sky sank down before dawn, muddy, flat, immovable. The air is thick, clammy with the breath of crowded human beings. It stifles me. I open the window, and, looking out, can s...