Three stores, with strangely-assorted, dusty goods in their windows fronted the rickety plankwalk; beyond these stood a livery stable, a Chinese laundry, and a few dwelling-houses.

Several dilapidated wagons and buggies were scattered about the uneven road.
In the side street, disorderly rows of agricultural implements surrounded a store, and here and there little board dwellings with wire mosquito-doors and net-guarded windows, stood among low trees.

Farther back were four very small wooden churches.

It was unpleasantly hot, though a fresh breeze blew clouds of dust through the place.
"I've seen enough," said Edgar.

"The Butte isn't pretty; we'll assume it's prosperous, though I haven't noticed much sign of activity yet.
Let's go to the hotel." When they reached it, several untidy loungers sat half asleep in the shade of the veranda, and though they obstructed the approach to the entrance none of them moved.