cinder-mill

Updated: May 21, 2025

At five, P. M., we found ourselves Iglesias, a party of friends, and myself on board the Isaac Newton, a great, ugly, three-tiered box that walks the North River, like a laboratory of greasy odors. In this stately cinder-mill were American citizens.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 58, August, 1862