Excerpt from The Coraddi, Vol. 32: May, 1928 The little Old flour mill was sleeping in the gold Of the spring afternoon. The rough, yellowed boards leaned crookedly against each other, and creaked Sleepily. Inside the big grinders, the belts, the sacks Of corn, the scales, and the tools in the corner lay oppressively still beneath their coating Of white. There was not even a spider build ing his home in the already densely populated window sill. Peace, like the white flour dust, had fallen over the whole place. A screened door slammed, and a woman's nasal voice cut sharply into the Silence. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.