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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] |
| 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] |