It begins at a place called Prosy Common--do you know it ?--and reaches to the top of Clear Hill.

There are several bad spots on the way, I can tell you." "Don't know it," said the husky road-worker; "'tain't round here, is it?
In the town of Sheldon, maybe ?" Just at this moment, perhaps fortunately, for there is nothing so difficult to satisfy as the appetite of people for specific information, a motor-car whizzed past, the driver holding up his hand in greeting, and the road-worker and I responding in accordance with the etiquette of the Great Road.
"There he goes in the ruts again," said the husky road-worker.

"Why is it, I'd like to know, that every one wants to run in the same identical track when they've got the whole wide road before 'em ?" "That's what has long puzzled me, too," I said.

"Why WILL people continue to run in ruts ?" "It don't seem to do no good to put up signs," said the road-worker.
"Very little indeed," said I."The fact is, people have got to be bumped out of the ruts they get into." "You're right," said he enthusiastically, and his voice dropped into the tone of one speaking to a member of the inner guild.

"I know how to get 'em." "How ?" I asked in an equally mysterious voice.
"I put a stone or two in the ruts!" "Do you ?" I exclaimed.