At last, on the black buy cheap uggs online canal bridge of a busy town, with a clang ofiron in it, and more fires and more smoke than he has seen yet, thetrooper, swart with the dust of the coal roads, checks his horseand asks a workman does he know the name of Rouncewell thereabouts.
     　　"Why, master," quoth the workman, "do I know my own name?""'Tis so well known here, is it, comrade?" asks the trooper.
     　　"Rouncewell's? Ah! You're right.""And where might it be now?" asks the trooper with a glance beforehim.
     　　"The bank, the ugg boots for girls factory, or the house?" the workman wants to know.
     　　"Hum! Rouncewell's is so great apparently," mutters the trooper,stroking his chin, "that I have as good as half a mind to go backagain. Why, I don't know which I want. Should I find Mr.
     　　Rouncewell at the factory, do you think?""Tain't easy to say where you'd find him--at this time of the dayyou might find either him or his son there, if he's in town; buthis contracts take him away."And which discount uggs for women is the factory? Why, he sees those chimneys--the tallestones! Yes, he sees THEM. Well! Let him keep his eye on thosechimneys, going on as straight as ever he can, and presently he'llsee 'em down a turning on the left, shut in by a great brick wallwhich forms one side of the street. That's Rouncewell's.
     　　The trooper thanks his informant and rides slowly on, looking abouthim. He does not turn back, but puts up his horse (and is muchdisposed to discount ugg boots groom him too) at a public-house where some ofRouncewell's hands are dining, as the ostler tells him. Some ofRouncewell's hands have just knocked off for dinner-time and seemto be invading the whole town. They are very sinewy and strong,are Rouncewell's hands--a little sooty too.
     　　He comes to a gateway in the brick wall, looks in, and sees a greatperplexity of iron lying about in every stage and in a vast varietyof shapes--in bars, in wedges, in sheets; in tanks, ugg boots discount outlet in boilers, inaxles, in wheels, in cogs, in cranks, in rails; twisted andwrenched into eccentric and perverse forms as separate parts ofmachinery; mountains of it broken up, and rusty in its age; distantfurnaces of it glowing and bubbling in its youth; bright fireworksof it showering about under the blows of the steam-hammer; red-hotiron, white-hot iron, cold-black iron; an iron taste, an ironsmell, and a Babel of iron sounds.