lay upon its beam ends, and the jagged rocks of infidelity pierced its
battered frame.

You have seen such wrecks by the score, have you not, good friends?




CHAPTER XIX.

And now the victim of these adventures was
in a worse case than ever. Up to this time
neither religion nor its lack had played any
particular part in his being. He had been a
bad boy, truly, but in his former low estate
he had thought little of anything that
pertained to another world, or to the future in
this. Now he disbelieved all things--man,
immortality, heaven, God.

It is a condition which few fail to experience,
in a greater or less degree.

I wonder if it is necessary that I pause here,
just an instant, and interlard a remark
regarding the scene through which I have just
traced "Dodd" Weaver. I do so, in any event.

In what has been said, I would not have it
understood that I rail at, or deride, or