Dust when it was dry, mud when it was raining. Swearing, steaming, sweating, scheming bribing, bellowing, cheating, the carny went it's way. It came like a pillar of fire by night, bringing excitment and new things into the drowsy towns - lights and noise and the chance to win an indian blanket, to ride on the ferris wheel, to see the wild man who fondles those reptiles as a mother would fondle her babes.
William Lindsay Gresham
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