vious night on the streets and along the Embank
ment, and the possession of them was not a matter
of merit, but of chance.

At eight-thirty, more men with tickets were
admitted, and by nine the little gate was opened to

[{INSIDE THE COURTYARD OF THE SALVATION ARMY BARRACKS
ON SUNDAY MORNING.}]

us. We crushed through somehow, and found our
selves packed in a courtyard like sardines. On
more occasions than one, as a Yankee tramp in
Yankeeland, I have had to work for my breakfast;
but for no breakfast did I ever work so hard as for

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