If you go north of Manchester of England, and pass the narrow trees sloping fantastically, and go out of the hillsides, you will see old and snowy Leincomtober. It always snows there, in the crying regions of Leincomtober; and there was always a strange blend of grass there. Of course, when man was young and they move to this town, they will soon realize that there are less children than you would imagine--here there would also be...