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"_These are the spires that were gleaming_" _Frontispiece._

"_I saw tall derricks by the hundred rise_" 21

"_I reached my hand down for it and it stopped_" 29

"_When all to once the wheels departed suddenly

above, an' took along my heels_" 43

_Farmer Stebbins on Rollers_ 45

"_Yes, it's straight and true, good preacher,

every word that you have said_" 51

"_Choked and strangled by the foul breath of the

chimneys over there_" 54

"_Oh, the air is pure and wholesome where some babies

coo and rest, and they trim them out with ribbons,

and they feed them with the best_" 55

"_Weary old man with the snow-drifted hair, not by

your fault are you suffering there_" 59

"_Is't the same girl that stood, one night, there in

the wide hall's thrilling light?_" 65

"_And hateful hunger has come in_" 69

"_He begged that horse's pardon upon his bended knees_" 80

"_Away he rushed like a cyclone for the head

o'_ '_Number Three_'" 82

"_Laid down in his harness_" 83

_How we Fought the Fire_ 87

"_Battered and bruised, forever abused, he lay by

the moaning sea_" 99

"_Miss Sunnyhopes she waded out_" 108

"_Two inland noodles, for our first acquaintance

with the sea_" 109

"_A-floating on her dainty back_" 110

"_I tried to kick this_ '_lovely wave_'" 110

"_Heels over head--all in a bunch!_" 111

"_We voted that we'd had enough_" 111

"_To make four hundred dollars clear, an' help the

children too_" 121

"_We come 'thin part of one of it_" 123

"_They_ '_put their heads together_' _in a new an'

painful way_" 127

"_He makes himself a bigger fool than all the fools

he makes_" 129

_The Salvation Army_ 140

_The March of the Children_ 141, 142

_From the Monument_ 149

"_And he stood there, like a colonel, with her

trembling on his arm_" 159

_Chasing the Bicycle_ 163

"_Only a box, secure and strong, rough and wooden,

and six feet long_" 167

"_And carry back, from out our plenteous store,

enough to keep himself a fortnight more_" 172

"_The hungry city children are coming here to-night_" 173

"_He heard its soft tones through the cottages creep,

from fond mothers singing their babies to sleep_" 177

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