The men looked dull and beaten; the women had no beauty and had grown coarse with toil.

Their faces were pinched and their shoulders bent.

Only the children, in spite of rags and dirt, struck a hopeful note.

Yet the forlorn strangers had pluck; they had made a great adventure and might get their reward.

Lister had seen others in the West, who had made good, breaking soil they owned and walking with the confident step of self-respecting men.