Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
Homestead and its Perilous Trades - Impressions
of a Visit By Hamlin Garland
McClure's Magazine
Vol. III.
June, 1894
No. 1.
Homestead and its Perilous Trades- Impressions
of a Visit
By Hamlin Garland
A COLD, thin October rain was falling as I took the little
ferry-boat and crossed the Monongahela River to see Homestead and its iron-mills.
The town, infamously historic already, sprawled over the irregular hillside,
circled by the cold gray river. On the flats close to the water's edge
there severe masses of great sheds, out of which grim smoke-stacks rose
with a desolate effect, like the black stumps of a burned forest of great
trees. Above them dense clouds of sticky smoke rolled heavily away.
Higher up the tenement-houses stood in dingy rows, alternating
with vacant lots. Higher still stood some Queen Anne cottages, toward which
slender sidewalks climbed like goat paths.
The streets of the town were horrible; the buildings were
poor; the sidewalks were sunken, swaying, and full of holes, and the crossings
were sharp-edged stones set like rocks in a river bed. Everywhere the yellow
mud of the street lay kneaded into a sticky mass, through which groups
of pale, lean men slouched in faded garments, grimy with the soot and grease
of the mills.
The town was as squalid and unlovely as could well
be imagined, and the people were mainly of the discouraged and sullen type
to be found everywhere where labor passes into the brutalizing
