chemical-works

Updated: May 16, 2025

He picked his way across to the shade of the trees, slouching quite casually, apparently; though how he avoided treading upon any of the sudden deaths variously thrown about seems a mystery. And just short of the shade of the trees he stopped. He had spotted, or scented the latter is most likely, for the smell beat a chemical-works, a slaughter-house, and a whaleship rolled into one the big snake.

F. St. Mars - The Way of the Wild