Within thirty feet of the turf-sided road, my chimney-a huge, corpulent old Harry VIII of a chimney-rises full in front of me and all my pos-sessions. Standing well up a hillside, my chimney, like Lord Rosse's monster telescope, swung verti-cal to hit the meridian moon, is the first object to greet the approaching traveler's eye, nor is it the last which the sun salutes. My chimney, too, is be-fore me in receiving the first-fruits of the seasons...