g earthquake. Some started up, some rocked on their seats,
and half a dozen fell to the ground, trembling, praying, and shouting
"Hallelujah."

There was a mixture of all sorts of people in the crowd, which made it
yeast over like a baking of bread when the rising is lively. When one
got a-going the rest set in. Half the crowd were crying and the other
half clapping hands.

Then Mr. Inskip rested a little, and a real handsome young gentleman
stood up and sung beautifully. When he got through, the crowd joined in,
every man, woman, and child singing on his own hook, which was noisy,
and might have been harmonious if half of them had settled on the same
tune, which they did, but cut across each other and sung out "Glory,"
when they forgot everything else, which made the music a little uneven.

Of course when a crowd like that gets a-going in a full blast of
eloquence, stirring up consciences, and dancing and thrilling along the
nerves, there is sure to be a whirlwind of magnetism heaving souls
against each other till they cry out with the shock.

I looked around; the crowd was all in commotion; every face burned with
excitement of some kind, for under that man's voice human nature was
stirred, aroused, lashed into a fury of wild enthusiasm. Female women
grew pale, and trembled on the hard seats; men wilted down into
childish softness; children cried and shouted.

Before the stage was an open space, left free for sinners under
conviction to come up and beseech the thrice-regenerated ministers to
exhort and pray for them. Into this space those mostly stricken in the
crowd, came like sheep looking for a shelter, some sobbing, some
praying, some half sullen, as if the man's eloquent pleading for souls
had forced, rather than persuaded them into that "Pen of the Penitents."
But with each new convert, Brother Inskip broke forth in a new place,
and the crowd shouted "Glory!" "Amen!" "Hallelujah!" till you could not
hear yourself think.

The enthusiasm was catching. I felt it blaze and tremble over me from
the crown of my head to the sole of my foot, and when a young minister
joined in, and poured the notes of a beautiful hymn on the tumult, my
heart fairly swelled with the glory of it.

I looked around for my cousins.

There was Dempster, with the eyes fairly dancing in his head, clapping
his hands like an overgrown boy, though he did drop them when he met my
look, and turned his head away, half ashamed of his own feeli