He was staring off across the long broad fields, raising his eyes above the red clay soil to the horizon, looking across the fiery-red plains of Hell with its endless gauntlet of dead-brown imps---the cotton, the cotton, cotton, cotton---closing his eyes to them and seeing only the horizon and its towering ranks of derricks. Steel giants, snorting and chuckling amongst themselves; sneering wonderingly at the cotton and the bent-backed pigmies admist it. Huffing and puffing and belching up gold.
The scene depicts a character lost in thought, gazing over vast fields and the striking landscape characterized by red clay soil and fiery plains. As he reflects, his mind drifts beyond the immediate sight of cotton plants and the drudgery they represent, choosing instead to envision the horizon where imposing oil derricks rise like giants. These metal structures dominate the scene, seemingly mocking the hard work of the small farmers around...
