he started out to save the world. An'
how they tuk him an' nailed him onto
a cross when he'd come down fer nothin'
but to save 'em; an' stuck a spear big as
a corn-knife into his side, an' give him
vinegar; an' his own mammy a-standin'
down thar on the ground a-cryin' an'
a-watchin' him an' he a-fergivin' all of
'em then an' thar!

Thar nuver had been nothin' like that
afore on Kingdom-Come, an' all along I
heerd fellers a-layin' thar guns down;
an when the preacher called out fer
sinners, blame me ef the fust feller that
riz wasn't Mace Day. An' Mace says,
``Stranger, 'f what you say is true, I
reckon the Lawd 'll fergive me too, but
I don't believe Daws Dillon ever will,''
an' Mace stood thar lookin' around fer
Daws. An' all of a sudden the preacher
got up straight an' called out, ``Is thar
a human in this house mean an' sorry
enough to stand betwixt a man an' his
Maker''? An' right thar, stranger, Daws
riz. ``Naw, by God, thar hain' t!'' Daws
says, an' he walks up to Mace a-holdin'
out his hand, an' they all busts out
cryin' an' shakin' hands--Days an' Dillons--
jes as the preacher had made 'em