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 marking up the hymn-tunes for the Sabbath’s services, and humming them over.

“Abram,” said Silas, “what’s this do I hear about you?” “Speak on, little Silas.” “Sure now, you don’t speech that Leisa is to wed you?” “Dear me, iss.”

“Don’t you be hard of heart, Abram bach,” said Silas. “Say you that people are voicing lying stories.” “Shameful you talk, Silas Penlon,” Abram said. “Angry is the Big Man against you.”

“Has she not laid with Jos Gernos? Has not the boy bought a ring for wedding?” Abram Bowen sang: “O Silas Penlon, why you are not religious? Is it for you to throw stones? Old male you are, Silas, indeed to goodness, and the time is shortly