"dum te dums," but it came from their better natures and it sanctified
the dingy shop.

When it was ended, which was not until it had gone through persistent
repetitions, old Jim was prepared for almost anything.

"I s'pose you boys want a regular sermon," said he, "and if only I'd
'a' had the time--wal, I won't say what a torch-light procession of a
sermon you'd have got, but I'll do the best I can."

He cleared his throat, struck an attitude inseparable from American
elocution, and began:

"Fellow-citizens--and ladies and gentlemen--we--we're an ornary lot of
backwoods fellers, livin' away out here in the mountains and the brush,
but God Almighty 'ain't forgot us, all the same. He sent a little
youngster once to put a heartful of happiness into men, and He's sent
this little skeezucks here to show us boys we ain't shut off from
everything. He didn't send us no bonanza--like they say they've got in
Silver Treasury--but I wouldn't trade the little kid for all the
bullion they will ever melt. We ain't the prettiest lot of ducks I
ever saw, and we maybe blow the ten commandants all over the camp with
giant powder once in a while, lookin' 'round for gold, but, boys, we
ain't throwed out complete. We've got the love and pity of God
Almighty, sure, when he gives us, all to ourselves, a little helpless
feller for to raise. I know you boys all want me to thank the Father
of us all, and that's what I do. And I hope He'll let us know the way
to give the little kid a good square show, for Christ's sake. Amen."

The men would have listened to more. They expected more, indeed, and