With a broom in his hand and a song in his heart, the chimney sweeper went about his task of sweeping up soot.

A thick layer of soot covered the building, proving that the company’s promise to change their burning techniques was nothing more than a tall tale.

Standing on her tip-toes, she peered into the soot smudged window of the abandoned factory.

The smelting furnace pumped out a huge layer of black soot.

Rubbing the rag across the floor, she realized the carbon soot would be much harder to move than regular dirt.