topazzes, and turkeys, and pearls, and opals, and sparklin' 'em
right back into the water agin.

And right while we stood there, neerly rooted to the spot and
gazin' through extacy and 2 pickets, the band gin a loud burst of
melody and then stopped, and after a minute of silence, we hearn a
voice angel-sweet a risin' up, up, like a lark, a tender-hearted,
golden-throated lark.

High, high above all the throngs of human folks who wuz cheerin'
her down below - up above the sea of glitterin' light - up above
the bendin' trees that clasped their hands together in silent
applaudin' above her, up, up, into the clear heavens, rose that
glorious voice a singin' some song about love, love that wuz
deathless, eternal.

Why it seemed as if the very clouds wuz full of shadowy faces a
bendin' down to hear it, and the new moon, shaped just like a
boat, had glided down, down the sky to listen.

If the man of the moon was there he wuz a layin' in the bottom of
the boat, he wuzn't in sight. But if he heard that music I'll bet
he would say he wuzn't in the practice of hearin' any better. And
Josiah stood stun still till she had got done, and then he sort a
sithed out:

"Oh, it seems as if it must be Beuler land! Do you s'pose,
Samantha, Beuler land is any more beautiful?"

And I sez, "I haint a thinkin' about Beulah." I sez it pretty