From all directions, nearly desperate men, who had been without work for months, came towards Gauley, West Virginia. A tunnel was going through, thousands of men were being taken on. A mushroom shanty town sprung up. And during the months that followed, a tragic interlude in industrial history was written, while a company fattened on the product of cheap labor, and men absorbed the silica dust that wrote their death warrant. In telling the story, Hubert Skidmore has made the reader care terribly what happens to these pitiful, hopeful, helpless people, whose dreams faded, whose families were broken up, whose little romances died, all within a decade.