ands; an' next day ole Tom
Perkins stops in an' says that WHARAS there mought 'a' been preachin'
somewhar an' sometime, thar nuver had been PREACHIN' afore on
Kingdom-Come. So I goes over to the meetin' house, an' they was all
thar--Daws Dillon an' Mace Day, the leaders in the war, an' Abe Shivers
(you've heerd tell o' Abe) who was a-carryin' tales from one side to
t'other an' a-stirrin' up hell ginerally, as Abe most al'ays is; an'
thar was Daws on one side o' the meetin'-house an' Mace on t'other, an'
both jes a-watchin' fer t'other to make a move, an' thar'd 'a' been
billy-hell to pay right thar! Stranger, that long preacher talked jes
as easy as I'm a-talkin' now, an' hit was p'int-blank as the feller
from Hazlan said. You jes ought 'a' heerd him tellin' about the Lawd
a-bein' as pore as any feller thar, an' a-makin' barns an' fences an'
ox-yokes an' sech like; an' not a-bein' able to write his own
name--havin' to make his mark mebbe--when 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 do over in Hazlan. An' atter the thing was over,
I steps up to the preacher an' I says:

"Brother," I says, "YOU spoke a parable, shore."

THE PASSING OF ABRAHAM SHIVERS

"I tell ye, boys, hit hain t often a feller has the chance o' doin' so
much good jes by DYIN'. Fer 'f Abe Shivers air gone, shorely gone, the
rest of us--every durn one of us--air a-goin' to be saved. Fer