As the colony lay there basking in the sunshine of early spring, under its drifting streamers of smoke, it seemed an ideal picture of peaceful activities.
Here a locomotive puffed, shunting cars; there, a steam-jet flung its plumes of snowy vapor into air; yonder, a steam hammer thundered on a massive anvil.

And forges rang, and through open windows hummed sounds of industry.
And yet, not one of all those sounds but echoed more bitter slavery for men.

Not one of all those many activities but boded ill to humanity.

For the whole plan and purpose of the place was the devising of still wider forms of human exploitation and enslavement.

Its every motive was to serve the greed of Flint and Waldron.