worked-to-death

Updated: July 24, 2026

There was not enough originality among the worked-to-death inhabitants of Cottontown to plant their gardens differently; for all of them had the same weedy turnip-patch on one side, straggling tomatoes on another, and half-dried mullein-stalks sentineling the corners. For years these cottages had not been painted, and now each wore the same tinge of sickly yellow paint.

John Trotwood Moore - The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills