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It is the final conflict； Let each stand in his place； The Brotherhood of Man Shall be the human race。
It was beyond belief； to me； the spirit with which these words were sung。 In no sense with jollityall that seemed to have been dropped when they came to their feetbut with an unmistakable fervour of faith。 Some of the things I had thought and dreamed about secretly among the hills of my farm all these years； dreamed about as being something far off and as unrealizable as the millennium； were here being sung abroad？ with jaunty faith by these weavers of Kilburn； these weavers and workers whom I had schooled myself to regard with a sort of distant pity。
Hardly had the company sat down again； with a renewal of the flow of jolly conversation When I heard a rapping on one of the tables。 I saw the great form of R… D… slowly rising。
〃Brothers and sisters；〃 he said； 〃a word of caution。 The authorities will lose no chance of putting us in the wrong。 Above all we must comport ourselves here and in the strike with great care。 We are fighting a great battle； bigger than we are〃
At this instant the door from the dark hallway suddenly opened and a man in a policeman's uniform stepped in。 There fell an instant's dead silencean explosive silence。 Every person there seemed to be petrified in the position in which his attention was attracted。 Every eye was fixed on the figure at the door。 For an instant no one said a word； then I heard a woman's shrill voice； like a rifle…shot：
〃Assassin！〃
I cannot imagine what might have happened next； for the feeling in the room； as in the city itself； was at the tenses； had not the leader suddenly brought the goblet which he held in his hand down with a bang upon the table。
〃As I was saying；〃 he continued in a steady； clear voice； 〃we are fighting to…day the greatest of battles； and we cannot permit trivial incidents； or personal bitterness； or small persecutions； to turn us from the great work we have in hand。 However our opponents may comport themselves； we must be calm； steady； sure； patient； for we know that our cause is just and will prevail。〃
〃You're right；〃 shouted a voice back in the room。
Instantly the tension relaxed； conversation started again and every one turned away from the policeman at the door。 In a few minutes； he disappeared without having said a word。
There was no regular speaking； and about midnight the party began to break up。 I leaned over and said to my friend Bill Hahn：
〃Can you find me a place to sleep tonight？〃
〃Certainly I can；〃 he said heartily。
There was to be a brief conference of the leaders after the supper； and those present soon departed。 I went down the long； dark stairway and out into the almost deserted street。 Looking up between the buildings I could see the clear blue sky and the stars。 And I walked slowly up and down awaiting my friend and trying； vainly to calm my whirling emotions。
He came at last and I went with him。 That night I slept scarcely at all； but lay looking up into the darkness。 And it seemed as though； as I lay there； listening； that I could hear the city moving in its restless sleep and sighing as with heavy pain。 All night long I lay there thinking。
CHAPTER XI。 I COME TO GRAPPLE WITH THE CITY I have laughed heartily many times since I came home to think of the Figure of Tragedy I felt myself that morning in the city of Kilburn。 I had not slept well； had not slept at all； I think； and the experiences and emotions of the previous night still lay heavy upon me。 Not before in many years had I felt such a depression of the spirits。
It was all so different from the things I love！ Not so much as a spear of grass or a leafy tree to comfort the eye； or a bird to sing； no quiet hills； no sight of the sun coming up in the morning over dewy fields； no sound of cattle in the lane； no cheerful cackling of fowls； nor buzzing of bees！ That morning； I remember； when I first went out into those squalid streets and saw everywhere the evidences of poverty； dirt； and ignoranceand the sweet； clean country not two miles awaythe thought of my own home among the hills （with Harriet there in the doorway） came upon me with incredible longing。
〃I must go home； I must go home！〃 I caught myself saying aloud。
I remember how glad I was when I found that my friend Bill Hahn and other leaders of the strike were to be engaged in conferences during the forenoon； for I wanted to be alone； to try to get a few things straightened out in my mind。
But I soon found that a city is a poor place for reflection or contemplation。 It bombards one with an infinite variety of new impressions and new adventures； and I could not escape the impression made by crowded houses； and ill…smelling streets； and dirty sidewalks； and swarming human beings。 For a time the burden of these things rested upon my breast like a leaden weight； they all seemed so utterly wrong to me； so unnecessary； so unjust！ I sometimes think of religion as only a high sense of good order； and it seemed to me that morning as though the very existence of this disorderly mill district was a challenge to religion； and an offence to the Orderer of an Orderly Universe。 I don't now how such conditions may affect other people； but for a time I felt a sharp sense of impatienceyes； angerwith it all。 I had an impulse to take off my coat then and there and go at the job of setting things to rights。 Oh； I never was more serious in my life： I was quite prepared to change the entire scheme of things to my way of thinking whether the people who lived there liked it or not。 It seemed to me for a few glorious moments that I had only to tell them of the wonders in our country； the pleasant； quiet roads； the comfortable farmhouses； the fertile fields； and the wooded hillsand； poof！ all this crowded poverty would dissolve and disappear； and they would all come to the country and be as happy as I was。
I remember how； once in my life； I wasted untold energy trying to make over my dearest friends。 There was Harriet； for example dear； serious； practical Harriet。 I used to be fretted by the way she was forever trying to clip my wing feathersI suppose to keep me close to the quiet and friendly and unadventurous roost！ We come by such a long； long road； sometimes； to the acceptance of our nearest friends for exactly what they are。 Because we are so fond of them we try to make them over to suit some curious ideal of perfection of our ownuntil one day we suddenly laugh aloud at our own absurdity （knowing that they are probably trying as hard to reconstruct us as we are to reconstruct them） and thereafter we try no more to change them； we just love 'em and enjoy 'em！
Some such psychological process went on in my consciousness that morning。 As I walked briskly through the streets I began to look out more broadly around me。 It was really a perfect spring morning； the air crisp； fresh； and sunny； and the streets full of life and activity。 I looked into the faces of the people I met； and it began to strike me that most of them seemed oblivious of the fact that they should； by good rights； be looking downcast and dispirited。 They had cheered their approval the night before when the speakers had told them how miserable they were （even acknowledging that they were slaves）； and yet here they were this morning looking positively good…humoured； cheerful； some of them even gay。 I warrant if I had stepped up to one of them that morning and intimated that he was a slave he would havewell； I should have had serious trouble with him！ There was a degree of sociability in those back streets； a visiting from window to window； gossipy gatherings in front area…ways； a sort of pavement domesticity； that I had never seen before。 Being a lover myself of such friendly intercourse I could actually feel the hum and warmth of that neighbourhood。
A group of brightly clad girl strikers gathered on a corner were chatting and laughing； and children in plenty ran and shouted at their play in the street。 I saw a group of them dancing merrily around an Italian hand…organ man who was filling the air with jolly music。 I recall what a sinking sensation I had at the pit of my reformer's stomach when it suddenly occurred to me that these people some of them； anyway； might actually LIKE this crowded； sociable neighbourhood！ 〃They might even HATE the country；〃 I exclaimed。
It is surely one of the fundamental humours of life to see absurdly serious little human beings （like D。 G。 for example） trying to stand in the place of the Almighty。 We are so confoundedly infallible in our judgments； so sure of what is good for our neighbour； so eager to force upon him our particular doctors or our particular remedies； we are so willing to put our childish fingers into the machinery of creationand we howl so lustily when we get them pinched！
〃Why！〃 I exclaimed； for it came to me like a new discovery； 〃it's exactly the same here as it is in the country！ I haven't got to make over the universe： I've only got to do my own small job； and to look up often at the trees and the hills and the sky and be friendly with all men。〃
I cannot express the sense of comfort； and of trust； which this reflection brought me。 I recall stopping just then at the corner of