text: [Themes: Mystery, humor, murder]
  
  > describe your surroundings
  You remember stories your grandfather would tell you about Dalton Harbor back in his day - the shrimp industry supported the town and boats could be seen leaving early in the morning with seagulls circling closely overhead as their nets were drawn up. Now, however, one would uses the term harbor loosely when viewing this small dock. Today's harbor is nothing more than a couple of rotted wooden poles being used to tie old shrimp boats against. The shrimp boats hardly look seaworthy with their hulls scraped and their nets faded and tattered. A small A-shaped sign offers tourist bargains.
  A fisherman is sitting on an old bucket near a sink de-veining
  shrimp.
  `Squall of '67 blew down the whole town,' mumbles the fisherman.
  
  > ask fisherman about Harbor
  `Schnoif! Can't y'all see I'm busy here?'The fisherman glances your way, `Nice boots,' he comments with a trace of sarcasm.
  
  > Go east
  You can't go that way.
  `Damn, it's hot!'
  
  > Go west
  The fisherman eyes you as you leave and whispers, `I hope you find what you're looking for.'
  
  Beach Road.. near the harbor
  
  > go to the north
  Beach Road.. in front of house
  
  > go south
  Beach Road.. near the harbor
  
  > go south
  Beach Road.. near the boatramp
  
  > Go south
  Beach Road.. out yonder
  This is the south side of town, where Beach Road enters Dalton.
  Not much around these parts but weeds and more weeds. The road continues to the north and south.
  
  > examine the weeds
  They're just weeds. Maybe someday they'll be tumbleweeds.
  
  > Go south
  Beach Road.. south side of town
  You certainly seem to be on the road less traveled now. You can
  see small town of Dalton off in the distance to the north. A heat mirage bubbles up from the road to the south. An equally small and lonely road trails off towards the old cemetery to the west.
  
  > go to the west
  The humidity and the gray sky make the already ominous pair of old rusty gates appear even creepier. The town's founding fathers, what's left of them anyhow, as well as quite a few of your own ancestor's lie beyond the gates to the west. There is a historical marker here. The cemetery lies beyond the gates to the west, the road back to the town is east.
  
  > look at the marker
  The historical marker stands firmly planted into the ground with etched out lettering holding up surprisingly rust-free.
  
  > read the marker
  `The Dalton cemetery has provided a comforting resting place for the towns citizens for over a century. The oldest marked grave is that of Helen McHenry (d.1819), the only child of Port Dietrich resident Lionel McHenry. Dalton co-founder Col. Clyde Dalton also rests here. Col. Clyde Dalton is credited for, amongst other things, the Dalton Mansion, the Dalton Library, and the Dalton Firehouse. He was entered into the cemetery in 1949.
  A large number of burials occurred in 1918 from a wide-spread Influenza Epidemic. The Dalton Cemetery contains graves of the veterans of the Texas Revolution, Civil War, World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam and the Gulf War. The Dalton Estates Association maintains the cemetery.'
  
  > go west
  You'll have to open the old rusty gates first.
  
  > open the gates
  Opened.
  
  > Go west
  The Dalton Cemetery is one of the oldest fixtures of the town. To
  the right of the path, you can see the cement mausoleum of the Dalton brothers. From the looks of it, it has not been cleared of its weeds in some time. You look around at some of the other stones, some buried by the grass, some with dying flowers, and a few with small American Flags hanging limply in the heat, providing just enough shade for a few noisy crickets. A path leads deeper into the cemetery towards the west. An old rusty gate is to the east.
  
  > examine the mausoleum
  For as wealthy as the Dalton's were, their tomb is not overly spectacular. Based on it's overgrown appearance, you guess that the Daltons don't get many visitors. If it weren't for the names and dates carved into it's doors, it could pass for a large cement toolshed.
  
  > Go west
  It would seem the deeper you travel into the cemetery, the less maintained the graves become. Your eyes are drawn to a particular set of graves before you. Two headstones stand before two graves - one of which covered by a large stone grave cover. On the left lies your grandmother, and on the right the place where your grandfather will eventually be buried. Your grandmother's grave cover, mostly concealed beneath sand and weeds, seems to be suffering in the humid climate.
  
  > examine cover
  Some accident has caused the grave cover to break down the center! A crevice runs about 7 inches across and nearly a foot long down the cover breaching the sanctuary of your ancestor's earthly remains. The entire slab seems to be slowly collapsing into the grave. You suspect it's just a matter of time before the entire slab collapses down upon your grandmother!
  
  > examine the headstone
  Which headstone do you mean, Grandpa's headstone, or Grandma's headstone?
  
  > examine the grandma's headstone
  Grandma's headstone.. chipped with age...
  
  > examine grandpa's headstone
  Your grandfather's headstone was bought at the same time that your grandmother passed away. As your grandfather is still alive, it waits patiently for the inevitable.
  
  > Go east
  Beach Road.. south side of town
  
  > Go south
  You take a few steps towards the south before figuring it's just way too hot to continue.
  
  > go north
  Beach Road.. out yonder
  
  > Go north
  Beach Road.. near the boatramp
  
  > Go north
  Beach Road.. north side of town
  The northern entrance to the town, from this vantage point you have
  a nice view of bleak scenery. Down the hill you can make out the modest houses that make up Dalton, the old harbor, fishing pier, and the Gulf of Mexico stretching out beneath gray clouds to the east.
  The road travels off some distance to the north, with not a whole lot between where you stand and Houston some 300 miles away. To the west lies a small driveway leading towards the largest house in Dalton.
  
  > go north
  Houston is a pretty far walk. Probably better to stay in town.
  
  > go to the west
  While not necessarily a mansion by modern standards, the structure
  was one of the first houses in the area to have such modern conveniences as indoor plumbing. The two-story house is freshly painted - a stark contrast to the rest of the dwellings in the area. The front door has a brass placard and there is a small stone memorial nearby. The path back to the road is off to the east.
  
  > examine memorial
  The simple stone memorial has an old picture of Col. Clyde Dalton along with a colorful biography.
  
  > read the memorial
  `The house on this property was built by town co-founder Col. Clyde Beauregard Dalton in 1933. Clyde Dalton was born in 1898, the second of two children from Beauregard and Esther Lynn Dalton, wealthy cattle ranchers from Lubbock, Texas. Clyde and his brother, Claude, came to what was then known as Port Dietrich in 1922. From an inheritance left by their parents, Claude opened a meat-packing plant while Clyde began investing money to local businesses. The meat-packing plant and the businesses funded by Clyde helped the growth of Port Dietrich. In 1925, the increasing port population and growth of the economy, despite nationwide depression, made Port Dietrich eligible for "town" status. With considerable influence from the Dalton brothers, Port Dietrich was renamed "Dalton." Claude left the Dalton estate in 1930. Clyde Dalton, an influential Board member and businessman himself, remained. Clyde Dalton passed in 1949 and is buried in Dalton Cemetery.'
  
  > read the placard
  `Mansion closed for restoration. Please come visit us in the Spring.'
  
  > go west
  You'll have to open the mansion door first.
  
  > go east
  Beach Road.. north side of town
  
  > Go south
  Beach Road.. in front of house