PITTSBURGH AND WORK The great question now was, what could be found for me to do.

I had just completed my thirteenth year, and I fairly panted to get to work that I might help the family to a start in the new land.

The prospect of want had become to me a frightful nightmare.

My thoughts at this period centered in the determination that we should make and save enough of money to produce three hundred dollars a year--twenty-five dollars monthly, which I figured was the sum required to keep us without being dependent upon others.

Every necessary thing was very cheap in those days.
The brother of my Uncle Hogan would often ask what my parents meant to do with me, and one day there occurred the most tragic of all scenes I have ever witnessed.