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.