However, immediately under the notice of the "Grand Baseball Match for
'The Pain Killer' a week from Sunday, at 2:30, Home vs. the World," I
pinned on the door of the Stopping Place the announcement:


"Divine service will be held at Swan Creek, in the Stopping Place
Parlor, a week from Sunday, immediately upon the conclusion of the
baseball match.

"Arthur Wellington Moore."


There was a strange incongruity in the two, and an unconscious challenge
as well.

All next day, which was Saturday, and, indeed, during the following
week, I stood guard over my notice, enjoying the excitement it produced
and the comments it called forth. It was the advance wave of the
great ocean of civilization which many of them had been glad to leave
behind--some could have wished forever.

To Robert Muir, one of the farmers newly arrived, the notice was a
harbinger of good. It stood for progress, markets and a higher price
for land; albeit he wondered "hoo he wad be keepit up." But his
hard-wrought, quick-spoken little wife at his elbow "hooted" his
scruples and, thinking of her growing lads, welcomed with unmixed
satisfaction the coming of "the meenister." Her satisfaction was shared
by all the mothers and most of the fathers in the settlement; but by the
others, and especially by that rollicking, roistering crew, the Company
of the Noble Seven, the missionary's coming was viewed with varying