"And I would not send out to 'em the Bible and whiskey packed in one
wagon, appeals to Christian living and the sure means to overthrow it.

[Illustration: "I would not send 'em Bibles and whiskey packed in
one wagon."]

"I would not send 'em religious tracts, implorin' 'em to come to
Christ's kingdom, packed in the same hamper with kegs of brandy, which
the Bible and the tracts teach that those that use it are cursed, and
that no drunkard can inherit the kingdom."

But, sez Krit, "The Bible they _should_ have. And after they had
mastered its simplest teachings, they should don their war-paint and
feathers, and go out with it in their hands as missionaries to the white
race, to try to teach them its plainest and simplest doctrines, of
justice, and mercy, and love."

But at this very minute the cars tooted, and the two men seized their
satchels, and after a sort of a short bow to Krit and the rest of us,
they rushed offen the train.

I believe they wuz conscience-smut, but I don't know.

[Illustration: I believe they wuz conscience-smut, but I don't
know.]

When we arrove at the big depot at Chicago, the sun wuz jest a-drawin'
up his curtains of gorgeous red, and yeller, and crimson, and wuz
a-retirin' behind 'em to git a little needed rest.

The glorious counterpane wuz kinder heaped up in billowy richness on his
western couch, but what I took to be the undersheet--a clear long fold
of shinin' gold color--lay straight and smooth on the bottom of the
gorgeous bed.

And the sun's face wuz just a-lookin' out above it, as if to say
good-bye to Chicago, and trouble, and the World's Fair, and Josiah and
me, as we sot our feet on _terry firmy_. (That is Latin that I have
hearn Thomas J. use. Nobody need to be afraid of it; it is harmless. My
boy wouldn't use a dangerous word.)

But to resoom and go on. As I ketched the last glimpse of the old
familier face of the sun, that I had seen so many times a-lookin'
friendly at me through the maple trees at Jonesville, and that truly had
seemed to be a neighbor, a-neighborin' with me, time and agin--when I
see him so peaceful and good-natured a-goin' to his nightly rest, I
thought to myself--

Oh! how I wish I could foller his example, for it duz seem to me that
nowhere else, unless it wuz at the tower of Babel, wuz there ever so
much noise, and of such various and conflictin' kinds.

Instinctively I ketched holt of my pardner's arm, and sez I, "Stay by
me, Josiah Alle