Nellie Bly,
Six Months In Mexico — Chapter XII.
(1889)
“ In my wanderings around the city I found a street on which there are no business houses or even pulque shops nothing but coffin manufacturers. From one end of the street to the other you see in every door men and boys making and painting all kinds and sizes of coffins. The dwelling houses are old and dilapidated, and the street narrow and dingy. Here the men work day after day, and never whistle, talk, or sing, as they go at their hewing, painting and glueing, with long faces, as if they were driving nails into their own coffins. ”
