The great westward tide of immigration has again begun to rise.
Annually to the ports of entry and to the great inland centers of
distribution come thousands of immigrant families, strange men and
women with young children, unattached girls, and vigorous, simple
lads. With few exceptions no provision by native Americans has been
made for their reception in their new places of residence. Communities
of kindly-intentioned persons, because of their lack of imagination
and their indifference, have allowed the old, the young, the mother,
and infant to come in by back ways, at any hour of day or night.
Frequently they have been received only by uncomprehending or
indifferent railroad officials or oversolicitous exploiters.