Please every one forgive me. I didn't mean to offend any one.
It happened through hunting short verses. All the short ones
seemed to be like that, and they made me think----"

He got no farther. Father must have been afraid of what he might
say next. He threw his arms around Leon's shoulders, drew him to
the seat, and with the tears still rolling, he laughed as happily
as you ever heard, and he cried: "`Sweeping through the Gates!'
All join in!"

You never heard such singing in your life. That was another
wonderful thing. My father didn't know the notes. He couldn't
sing; he said so himself. Neither could half the people there,
yet all of them were singing at the tops of their voices, and I
don't believe the angels in Heaven could make grander music. My
father was leading:

"These, these are they, who in the conflict dire----"


You could tell Emanuel Ripley had been in the war from the way he
roared:


"Boldly have stood amidst the hottest fire----"


The Widow Fall soared above all of them on the next line; her man
was there, and maybe she was lonely and would have been glad to
go to him: