If rural incomes begin to increase, mines and mills will find their labor supply drying up unless they offer higher wages to village recruits.

Further on, beyond where the road crosses the stream, were the big old stone cotton mills, once driven by water. The road curved up-hill, into the bleak stone streets of the village.

All the paper mills long the national highway leading into our village drain their waste water into the stream. Every evening, black smoke from the chimneys chokes the nearby residents.