For half a mile it blazed out ahead of them, two garishly lighted rows of shacks, big tents, log buildings, and rough board structures, with a rough, wide street between.
To-night Tete Jaune was like a blazing fire against the darkness of the forest and mountain beyond.

A hundred sputtering "jacks" sent up columns of yellow flame in front of places already filled with the riot and tumult of the night.

A thousand lamps and coloured lanterns flashed like fireflies along the way, and under them the crowd had gathered, and was flowing back and forth.

It was a weird and fantastic sight--this one strange and almost uncanny street that was there largely for the play and the excitement of men.
Aldous turned to Joanne.

He knew what this town meant.