The Red Cross : in peace and war . , and turnedto inquire what was most needed. Had he a family ; did they wantfood, or clothing? Had he little children? His face grew darkerstill and his frown deeper, as at length, in a tone approaching contempt,he replied: No; I dont want anything jj/^z^ can give; you havenothing for me. I had still the courage to persevere, and added,What would you have me do, if I could do it ? Again a silenceand a mental struggle that shook his whole frame, as he half hissedbetween clenched teeth, Let me look on the face of one dead child ;and rushing from the tent, he di
The Red Cross : in peace and war . , and turnedto inquire what was most needed. Had he a family ; did they wantfood, or clothing? Had he little children? His face grew darkerstill and his frown deeper, as at length, in a tone approaching contempt,he replied: No; I dont want anything jj/^z^ can give; you havenothing for me. I had still the courage to persevere, and added,What would you have me do, if I could do it ? Again a silenceand a mental struggle that shook his whole frame, as he half hissedbetween clenched teeth, Let me look on the face of one dead child ;and rushing from the tent, he disappeared from me forever. He had had five motherless children, for whom he toiled early andlate in the great Cambria Iron Mills. The flood swept his little homebefore he could reach it, and every child was lost. He had wanderedabout the river banks, watched the receding waters, dug in the sandsfor the little bodies hidden beneath, until reason had given way—tilleven God seemed cruel and mankind weak idiots. 1/4 TIIK RICD
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