old-ironman

Updated: June 7, 2025

I look out with a pleasure impossible to convey upon those who come this way from the town: the Syrian woman going by in the gray town road, with her bright-coloured head-dress, and her oil-cloth pack; and the Old-ironman with his dusty wagon, jangling his little bells, and the cheerful weazened Herb-doctor in his faded hat, and the Signman with his mouth full of nails how they are all marked upon by the town, all dusted with the rosy bloom of human experience.

David Grayson - Adventures in Friendship