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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
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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the scars of ill-treatment. She would turnthe tap and splash the water all about, and on being rebukedwould say, O, but I want to get white like the otherlittle gals! She had never slept in a bed, and it wasimpossible to get her to lie straight in one. The instant themothers eye and hand were removed she would curl herselfup in a little brown heap on the pillow, or she would pull allthe bedclothes off her own and the other childrens beds andsleep on the floor. It was impossible to make her keep onher clothes. She would be dressed in the morning, and halfan hour after she would appear in the same state as • When wild in woods the noble savage ran. Her shoes were the greatest offence of all, and she was in thehabit of running out on the wet veranda with her shoelessfeet and then pattering up the clean stairs and jumping onher white counterpaned bed with her muddy stockings. She had apparently no knowledge of God or sense of hispresence. The only thing she had any reverence for was the
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THE SILENT WATCHER. PEES ONAL EFFORT. 187 moon. On one occasion, when the children were going toevening service, and a beautiful moon was shining, one ofthem pointed to it, exclaiming, O, mother! look, what abeautiful moon ! Little Mary caught hold of her handand cried, Yer urns nt point at the blessed moon like that;and yer musnt talk about it! Was it from constantlysleeping under hedges and in barns, and waking up andseeing that bright calm eye looking at her, that some sense ■of a mysterious Presence had come upon the child? Her only idea of prayer was a sort of heathen incantationof unmeaning words jumbled together; her form ofprayer was generally, Our Father chart in • heaven:Hollered by thy name : Kingdom come. Amen : Matthew,Mark, Luke, and John, four angels round my bed : Good-night, father ; good-night, mother; good-night, uncles ; andgood-night, everybody. Amen. This curious spiritual exer-cise was accompanied with other exercises in the shape ofpinching the child next h

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