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.