Feeding the Hungry, P. C. Hiebert, 1929

could have taken then, and how quickly the children would have been fed. Oh but then, then the children had rosy cheeks. Then they were not starving. How the 192 FEEDING THE HUNGRY little Karl used to caper about, so full of life, his tousled flaxen head all curiosity, into mischief everywhere; and little dark-eyed Anna, shy and playful, always filling the house with her merry laughter. Oh, but now the children do not play any more. Karl is pale and listless and Anna clings to her mother, her lovely eyes now so large and so dull, whimpering sometimes but mostly silent. And here is food for them! Yes the road must be kept open. It must! It means life for them. Oh God let the wind go down! Give us and the horses strength! Not only the men driving through the storm were hoping and fearing, but at home they were straining their eyes for a glimpse of the caravan. A dark speck against the white snow! It is moving? Does it move? Is it the first team? But no, it is nothing, only the imagination. And the children asking whether it will soon come; scarcely knowing what they are expecting. At last the joyous word goes out that they are coming! Many a wife and mother clasps her hands over her breaking heart, for he has come back safe—cold and tired and hungry, and there is not much for him to eat, but thank God he has come back. And the American food, Oh soon it will be distributed. It was a Christmas gift such as none of them, or us, had ever seen before. Not candies, or sweets, or nuts, or fruits, or toys; but that for which every man, woman and child in those villages was most earnestly wishing. That for which they had been hoping in agony and despair; that for which they had been praying almost without faith —BREAD! Just Bread! It came almost miraculously from far away America, from friends they had never seen or known, from some one who wished them well. It was Love reaching out its strong hand across the waters and the plains; across oceans and continents. It was the oil THREE FAMINE SUFFERERS These were successful candidates for an admittance card to the can Kitchen. Ameri- = 2 : : 4 i Q ‘eissny yyneg aL SIIUNWWIOD s31UdUUETY ey} 0} Soljddng forjoyy jsay ano porarwa yorg\s NIVUL NVISSOY V KRAINIAN HOME A mud house and wicker fence in the Ukraine. Arthur Slagel in the foreground. AMERICAN TRANSPORTATION IN RUSSIA Our Ford truek, Old Trusty, which performed yoeman’s service in the Relief Work. soIyO 9AT}VU ‘Surpueys ‘s1ojcenbpvoy YSMOIpuUBxXETY OY} JO dLOF ey ‘PsvtIg anyaW pue “oq ‘O ‘d ‘ITN *£ UlATY FoI(YoIM “HO i VSIA 0} JJfoyT MOL JuOAF Uy TUNIS TOUUOSIOT WBoLtoury VNHOSLOION—SUAMUOM AONV TAVIS “UN V UNSEALING THE CLOSED DOOR 193 of the Good Samaritan. It was the offering of gold, frankincense and myrrh. “UNTO ME” In little faces, pinched with cold and hunger, Look, lest ye miss Him! In the wistful eyes, And on the mouth unfed by mother kisses—