Fifteen miles from Atlanta rises the bleak face of Stone Mountain. Weather-beaten tool houses and engineers' shacks balance precariously on its summit; ladders, derricks, remnants of scaffolding cling to its flank. Two sculptors have blasted and worried a hole in its face into a semblance of General Robert E. Lee on his horse, Traveller. They have left a pile of granite debris at its base which Quarryman San Venable of Atlanta, former owner of Stone Mountain, declares will take five years to remove. To Stone...
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