Youngstown, Ohio, December 17 (1925)

I'm sick of travelling, Kit, my old friend! This town is the extreme limit, smoky, slatternly, rough as hell, casually lumped together & as I stood just now - a moment ago side by side with a little black girl of seven or eight with arms full of Xmas presents done up in blue paper & blue paper brought by the bundle to do up others for colored relatives - there were motor cars & lorries & trucks & so on and railway engines and a sewage river & an iron bridge and writhing smoke and big flakes of black smut descending from the sky, big as gigantic snow-flakes only black - like Devil's snow-flakes...a little pretty Youngstown Xmas Card!

(Powys to Sea-Eagle)