The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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ings are crowded, as no decent man herds his cattle. These
poor brothers and sisters of ours have fallen so low that the
world wishes them kept out of sight. We used to have
contempt for the Salvation Army, with its tambburines and
drums, its discordant music, its cheap processions, and highsounding military titles, and thought it was well that the
municipal authorities desired to put a stop to their parades.
But it was the Salvation Army that gave us a revelation of
the "1slums," and inspired the movement for their redemption. They, alone, for a time, had the divine courage to attempt the rescue of these human wrecks, who had sunk to the
depths of such an abyss that they were bereft of heart, hope,
and moral nature, were absolutely without friends and
means of livelihood. The police hounded them down,
decent society forgot them, the church ignored them, they
were seemingly abandoned of God.
In the old days of Indian warfare, when they would take
a captive who seemed strong, lithe, and fleet, they would
allow him to "1run the gauntlet " for his life. Leading him
out to the head of two lines of dusky savages, who were not
to move an iota from the places assigned them, the great
chief would say, " If you can run through this line of warriors, every one of whom may strike at you as you fly, and
yet escape unharmed, you shall have your life, and go
free." And looking down the long lines, where every brave,
warrior, and squaw stood with uplifted hatchet, tomahawk,
club, or gleaming knife, ready to strike at the flying captive
as he sped down the line, he would sometimes decline to
"66run the terrible gauntlet."
But the boys and girls of the "1slums " are obliged to run