Luke Allan, The Return of Blue Pete
“ Five hundred yards up the wide bottom of the valley the construction camp sprawled its ugly mass. From where he stood in the doorway he looked down on it over the grade—its straggling unformed planning; the flimsy shacks, half unhewn logs, half canvas, without respect for streets or angles or lines; its half-hearted struggle to lift itself up the slope to the sheltered forest above.A disreputable, careless, disgusting picture of hardened man catering only to his simplest needs. ”
