CHAPTER IX 

 NIGHT FLOWERS 



WHEN night finds us in quiet homes, with quiet 

 minds and bodies pleasantly tired, there may come 

 to us the thought of those to whom the evening 

 is as a morning, and whose wakeful and busy time 

 is just beginning. 



In many fields of industry work gets fairly 

 under way about the bedtime of the public at 

 large. The newspaper offices are all alight and 

 astir. On the railroads thousands of men are as- 

 suming those exacting duties which, for them, turn 

 night into day. The night nurses in hospitals, the 

 sentries in forts, the watch at sea, have all hours 

 of vigilant wakefulness before them. 



In the animal world the darkness which lulls 

 one' creature to repose rouses another into in- 

 tensest life. Beasts of prey, which have drowsed 

 through the sunlit hours, wake in the twilight to 



"seek their meat from God," and migrant birds 



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