I approached a house on the road-side, knocked at the door, and asked admission to their fire, but was refused.

I went to the next house, and was refused the privilege of their fire-side, to prevent my freezing.

This I thought was hard treatment among the human family.

But-- "Behind a frowning Providence there was a smiling face," which soon shed beams of light upon unworthy me.
The next morning I was still found struggling on my way faint, hungry, lame, and rest-broken.

I could see people taking breakfast from the road-side, but I did not dare to enter their houses to get my breakfast, for neither love nor money.