Hawkeye . e,who always wiped her eyes, and said This is a vale of tears, sister, an got moresorrow out of the consolations of religion, than anyone I ever see. Well, that night we started out in high feather an got in the front seats. Therewas several teams tied to the old fence when we got there, an before long that school-house was jam-full of women an children mostly. Mary came in with some neighborsan sat right where I couldnt help seein her. It was a new thing for Hank an me to be in church, an everyone was crainin theirnecks at us, knowin we was up to no good. It was growin dark an we we
Hawkeye . e,who always wiped her eyes, and said This is a vale of tears, sister, an got moresorrow out of the consolations of religion, than anyone I ever see. Well, that night we started out in high feather an got in the front seats. Therewas several teams tied to the old fence when we got there, an before long that school-house was jam-full of women an children mostly. Mary came in with some neighborsan sat right where I couldnt help seein her. It was a new thing for Hank an me to be in church, an everyone was crainin theirnecks at us, knowin we was up to no good. It was growin dark an we were laughin an an jokin an actin up, an lookinround for the little meek faced man we expected to see. When it was almost eightDeacon Jones got up an lighted the three or four smo>y kerosene lamps; he hadnt anymore than got back to his seat, before the door opened, an we all turned in our seats andropped our jaws, an stared. A big yellow bearded man tallern I was, hung his grey felt hat on a nail, marched. up the aisle, and took the chair behind the desk. His eyes were some like blue fire, anby the time hed looked round the room twice, there wasnt a sound. I aint never seena king-, but I guess I know about how one oug-ht to walk an hold his head. This man wore a rough gray suit an a blue flannel shirt, an his hands showedthat he knew what work meant. He got up an came an stood down on the floor in front of the desk; before he gothalf way in his first prayer, I felt shaky, an by the time he said amen, I had concludednot to get converted not that night, anyway, an Hank,beside me never moved. Then the preacher asked everyone to join in, anbegan to sing, There were ninety an nine that safely layIn the shelter of the fold. Ive heard singin but not any like that; a littlecurly headed girl of three or four got away from hermother an toddled up an held on to him, he stoopedan took her up in his arms, but the music went righton. I began to feel like I was the hundredth sheep, outon the
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