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There's men lyin' around in the sand Did ever you hear, boy, of a poison that kills a man and keeps him fresh as paint?" "No, sir." He nodded. "No, I reckon you never did. Fresh as paint it keeps 'em, and white as a figure-head. The first heap as ever I dug, believin' it to be the treasure my reckoning was out by a foot or two I came on one o' them.
"Didn't you just hear me SAY I been up there?" "Well," said Herman mischievously, "hearin' ain't believin'!" Penrod clutched him by the back of the neck, but Herman, laughing loudly, ducked and released himself at once, retreating to the wall. "You take that back!" Penrod shouted, striking out wildly.
Now, for instance, when you go to work and whip anybody, or hang 'em, or burn 'em up for not believin' as you do, that is goin' too fur. It has been done though, time and agin, in the world's history, and mebby will be agin. But it hain't reasonable. Now what good will doctrines o' any kind do to anybody after they are burnt up or choked to death? You see such things hain't bein' megum.
"Seein's believin'. If you'll show him to me, or me to him..." "Oh! don't talk of it." Dahlia struck her fingers in a tight lock. "I only want to set eye on him, my gal. Whereabouts does he live?" "Down down a great very great way in the West." Anthony stared. She replied to the look: "In the West of London a long way down." "That's where he is?" "Yes."
"But he's a real stirrin', likely young man, and captain of a fine ship," said Mrs. Badger. "Don't care if he's captain of twenty ships," said Miss Roxy, obdurately; "he ain't a professor of religion, and I believe he's an infidel, and she's one of the Lord's people." "Well," said Mrs. Badger, "you know the unbelievin' husband shall be sanctified by the believin' wife."
"Do you love anybody else?" he asked, passionately. "None of your business!" retorted Lucy. Then, at a strange darkening of his face, an aspect unfamiliar to her, she grew suddenly frightened. "It's Van!" he said, thickly. "Joel, you're a fool!" That only infuriated him. "So they all say. An' they got my old man believin' it, too. Mebbe I am.... But I'm a-goin' to kill Van!" "No! No!
Noting her tense expression, Grandoken continued: "It was only a misunderstandin' 'tween a few Jews when they nailed the Christ to the cross. Why, a lot of Israelites back there believed in 'im. I'm one of them believin' Jews, Jinnie." "I wish I was a Jew, cobbler," sighed Jinnie. "I'd think the same as you then, wouldn't I?" "Oh, you don't have to be a Jew to believe," returned Lafe.
Lem finally got to believin' that he was a survivor of that carnage. "They finally caught up with Lem however. He had sold more saddles than Custer had men, and the old cow saddles with their big horns and high cantles didn't look like an army saddle nohow. But Lem kept right on a-bein' a survivor him en about a thousand others.
'May I ask you just what grounds you have for believin' such a thing? "'I don't know as I could tell you just what grounds I have, he says, 'but I certainly feel that the God I humbly try to serve is not only just but merciful. And if there's anything on earth purer or more like a flower than a little baby, he says, 'I don't know what it is, whether it's been baptised or not.
His beautiful face quivered with amusement, and he cried triumphantly, "D'ye see me? d'ye see me noo, Brockburn?" "Aye, aye," said the Laird; "and seein's believin'."
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