long gone. It had been many years photographs on the wall of past and churches. Soon, other cotton since I had seen the Enterprise. It workers. I scanned the faces in the mill owners copied his pattern and was far different from what it was pictures, looking for her familiar dozens of mill villages dotted the during my childhood. I walked face. It was not there, but she had landscape of the South. through the museum and viewed been there—five days a week for the old machinery. I gazed at the over 20 years. When the whistle The Old Mill represents an era NATIONS • 13