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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