The Bright Side of I'arm Life. 157 



doors for milk to keep life in the little shivering body? And 

 through all the want and misery, the beer wagons were running 

 and the saloons were bright and warm. No wonder that the 

 despairing men, worn out with tramping the streets for work, 

 aching with cold and half-crazed at thought of the loved ones 

 at home without food or fire, crept into these open doors of hell 

 for warmth and forgetfulness. 



In remembering your blessings this shall not be least — the 

 saloon is not on every corner of the country road. 



