"The poorest farming land in all the country," someone called it. "The best crop of stones and stumps, I ever saw," someone else had said. Everyone smiled and drove on, and Shintown and its people passed from their knowledge. "Shintown? Where in the name of goodness did they get such a name?" the elderly gentleman in the touring car asked his companion.…
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