or sacred hours. Business, money-making and sporting are the great
aim of life. The mines work seven days each week and twenty-four
hours each day. The great concentrators know no pause; the cables
are ever busy transporting the mineral from the tunnels to the
mills.

The streets are full of busy teams on the Sabbath, just as on
any other day; the same is true of all the stores but one, the
proprietor of which put out as his first advertisement, "This
store will be closed on the Sabbath." The saloons and gambling
dens boom in iniquity on the Lord's Day as well as on any other
day.

The first service was held on the street. A wagon answering for
pulpit, platform and choir-loft, the noble few, interested and
willing-hearted, were organized for Christian work; and after a
long, severe, self-sacrificing struggle, with help of friends here
and there, a comfortable meeting house was completed, even to a
bell in its tower. The Sabbath bell is now heard, What a message
it declares! What memories it awakens! Who can tell what its
influence shall be?

"'The next thirty-five miles is an American Sodom,' said the
conductor.

"What did the converted coal miner find, when he accepted this
difficult trust? Saloons in abundance--in one town eleven in a
row--each saloon with its attendant gambling den, dance house, etc.
He found this region a hotbed of infidelity. He saw multitudes of
young people of all nations under the sun making holiday of the