To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things -- but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.

Summary

This quote highlights the contrasting experiences of being shelterless and alone in the open country versus being surrounded by masses of homeless people in urban areas. While the former may be grueling, with harsh weather and improvised shelters, it is suggested to be less dismal than being amongst the rejected homeless in urban settings. The quote portrays the profound sense of isolation and despair that can accompany homelessness, even when basic necessities like shelter are more readily available.

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