This was the first large town Samuel had ever seen, and under other circumstances he would have gazed at it with wonder. He passed great buildings of brick and stone, and trolley cars, and a fire-engine house, and many other strange sights. He came to a great high fence, inclosing many acres of buildings, dingy and black with smoke; there were tall chimneys, and rows of sheds, and railroad tracks running in. He passed other factories, huge brick buildings with innumerable windows; and many blocks of working-men's houses, small and dirty frame structures, with pale-faced children in the doorways. The roads and sidewalks here were all of black cinders, and it was hot even in May. And then he came to a steel bridge and crossed a river and the road broadened out, and he climbed a hill and found himself walking upon a macadamized avenue lined with trees, and with beautiful residences overlooking the ridge. Rich people lived here, evidently; and Samuel stared, marveling at the splendor. He came to a great estate with a stone gateway and iron railings ten feet high, and an avenue of stately elm trees; there were bright green lawns with peacocks and lyre birds strutting about, and a great colonial mansion with white pillars in the distance. “Fairview,” read the name upon the gates. And then again Samuel remembered his appetite. Surely amid all this luxury there would be some chance for him! He started up the path! He had got about halfway to the house when a man who was tending the flowers caught sight of him and came toward him. “What are you doing here?” he called, before he had come halfway. “I'm looking for some work,” began Samuel. “Do you want to get your head punched?” shouted the man. “What do you mean by coming in here?” “Why, what's the matter?” asked the boy perplexed. “Get out, you loafer!” cried the other. And Samuel turned and went quickly. A loafer! So for the first time it occurred to him to look at his clothes, which were muddy from his tumble in the ditch. And no doubt his face and hands were dirty also, and his hair unkempt, and his aspect unprepossessing enough for an applicant for labor. At any rate it was clear that this was not the part of the town to seek it in; so he went back across the bridge. Twilight had fallen and the stores were shutting up. Soon everything would be closed; and that night he felt that he would perish. And so at last desperation seized him. He bolted into the first lighted place he saw. It was a saloon--empty, save for a man in white behind the bar. “I'm no beggar!” shouted Samuel. “Hey?” said the man. “I say I'm no beggar! I'll come back and pay you. I'm starving. I must have something to eat.” “Gee whiz!” said the man. “I was never in a saloon in my life before,” added Samuel, as he realized the character of the place. “But please--please give me something to eat.”