There was a wide, low, round, red house, full of car tracks, and smoke, and hammer blows, and dirt, and confusion; and from these shops came and went men who did an unheard-of thing.

They worked eight hours a day, no more, no less! Now, in the time of Man, men worked twenty-four hours a day, or not at all; and they did no man's bidding.
The streets of Ellisville were many.

They doubled and crossed.

There was a public square hedged about with trees artificially large.

For each vanishing saloon there had come a store with its hitching rack for teams.