Carraway Best, Editor
It is somewhere amongst the pines where a lone sojourner may find the one-eyed old man. This relic will speak softly boasting silver in his smile and perhaps mention a boy with whom he was once acquainted. He may just welcome them into his holt and say "Yes I do remember that peculiar Carraway. Atop his head the hair sat most funny, and yon words fell from his mouth like a dozen grub from a log lying in rot." Then this charming cyclops will blink twice and earnestly dismiss those who bear the privilege of his address, into the forest from which they came.
