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Title: Street Arabs and gutter snipes. The pathetic and humorous side of young vagabond life in the great cities, with records of work for their reclamation
Year: 1884 (1880s)
Authors: Needham, Geo. C. (George Carter), 1840-1902
Subjects: Child welfare Poor
Publisher: Boston : D. L. Guernsey
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ink it was only the ten shillings, but also a lingering senseof all that I had been saying about the lads good, that madehim give him up. I wondered whether he, too, had beena degraded lad with none to have pity on him. He keptpacing up and down on the opposite side of the station,whilst I and the children were waiting for the train, thetears making pink wormy channels down his poor sootycheeks, evidently in sore trouble at parting with the lad. As ill-luck would have it, the train was half an hour late. 182 STREET ARABS AND GUTTER SNIPES. I thought it would never come. To the last, I did not knowwhether that imp of a child would not be off. Her brotherand I were perpetually making forlorn darts after her.Never did I so sympathize with the man whose pig bolted ina crowded London thoroughfare just as it had been drivenwith much labor to its destination, while the man stood stockstill, and, clutching at his hair in a frenzy of despair,exclaimed: Bio wed if it wont run all up Cheapside !
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K2Z <f/?/C/rtlfi&SG/</-S But when at length the train did draw up, never did I findmyself such an unpopular character with my black follow-ing. Looks of loathing turned me from all doors, and it wasnot till, at last. I got a guard to lock me up in an emptycompartment with my two wild beasties that I began todraw a, free breath. They roared, they danced, theyhullaballoed, they punched one another; they behaved likeyoung savages—but I knew I had got them safe. But my difficulties were renewed at the other end of myjourney. They were so dirty not a cab would take them, PEBSONAL EFFORT. 183 and my house was some distance from the station, and I wasfar too tired to walk. At length I bribed a broken-downcab to convey ns, and arrived at my own door, feeling muchaged, but still cheered at the beaming faces of my twoservants and fellow-helpers in my work, who rushed outto greet my two jewels, rejected of men and despised,but exquisitely precious to our hearts. When, however, they g

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