the men stood in a group on the green before the door for a few minutes conversation.
"Verily, Master Everett, the breath of the Almighty was in your words this day as never before," said one of them. "One more such visitation of the anger of God and your son will be saved."
"How looked he when they bore him out?" asked the minister faintly. His face was very white.
The other continued, "Truly, reverend sir, your setting forth of the devil lying in wait for the thoughtless, and the lake burning with brimstone, did almost affright me who for many years now have known myself to be of the elect. I could not wonder that terrors melted the soul of your son."
"How looked he when they bore him out?" repeated the minister impatiently.
The other answered encouragingly, "More like death than life, so the women say." The minister waved the men aside and went swiftly down the street. The hen and chickens fled with shrill cries at his approach, and the old negress stopped her song. After he had passed she chuckled slowly to herself, thrust her head up sideways to get the sun in a new place, and began her crooning chant afresh.
"How is the boy?" asked the minister of his wife as he stepped inside the door. "Not still screaming out and"
Mistress Everett shook her head reassuringly. "Nay, he is quiet now, up in his room."
Nathaniel lay on his trundle bed, his eyes fixed on the rafters, his pale lips drawn back. At the sight his father sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The boy sprang
