The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West by Harry Leon Wilson
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poor remnant of the seed of Cain. Now, don't be rash! Is it better for
this poor creature to continue with his one arm here for the twenty-three years the world is to endure, and then pass on to eternity where he will have his two arms forever; or, do you want me to renew his arm now and let him go through eternity a freak, a monstrosity? Do you want him to suffer a little inconvenience these few days he has here, or do you want him to go through an endless hereafter with _three arms_?" The young man gazed at him blankly with a dropped jaw. "Come, what do you say? I'm full of faith. Shall I--" "No--no, Brother Brigham; don't--for God's sake, don't! Of course he would be resurrected with three arms. You think of everything, Brother Brigham!" The Indians had meanwhile been growing puzzled and impatient. He now motioned them to follow him. By dint of many crude efforts in the sign language and an earnest use of the few words known to both, he succeeded, after a long time, in putting the facts before the chief and his son; They, after an animated conversation, succeeded with much use of the sign language in conveying to Joel Rae the information that the young man was not at all dismayed by the prospect of having three arms during the next life. He gathered, indeed, that both father and son would be rather elated than otherwise by this circumstance, seeming to suspect that the extra member must confer superior prowess and high distinction upon its possessor. But he shook his head with much determination, and refused to take them |
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