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If, then, any one asks me how he may know that there is a revelation in the Bible, I tell him to walk in its light, and see what it reveals. If any one asks me how I know that the Bible is inspired I answer him in Mr. Moody's words: "I know that the Bible is inspired, because it 'inspires me." The wrong use of the Bible.
Troy, when he was alone again. "The little fool evidently thinks I am jealous of Moody's place in her estimation. Well! I have done my duty and I can do no more." He looked round the room. Not a chair was out of its place, not a speck of dust was to be seen.
He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She followed him outside and picked up Jeremy, holding him, tawny and orange, against her white bathrobe as Joe drove away. He bought a doughnut in Bucksport and took the coastal route for old time's sake. He stopped for breakfast at Moody's, in Waldoboro.
"I'm much too radical for a schoolmam," she declared. "No board of trustees would put up with me not even Silliston's! We've kept the faith, but we do move slowly, Brooks. Even tradition grows, and sometimes our blindness here to changes, to modern, scientific facts, fairly maddens me. I read her that poem of Moody's you know it:
And then, all at once. Sergeant Moody's words came back to him "They've got track of DeBar again, up near Lac la Biche." The idea that burst upon him with the recalling of those words stopped Philip suddenly, and he turned back toward the barracks.
At all events, you shall hear, if you will, the time and the manner of his arrival. It was the last night of December, some thirty-five years ago. All the city sportsmen who had hunted the deer under Bill Moody's direction had long since retreated to their homes, leaving the little settlement on the border of the Adirondack wilderness wholly under the social direction of the natives.
Receive its statements by faith as revelations of simple certainties. Find out how happy you are. If we are walking with God in our daily life we need a light to show us the way. Did you ever hear about Moody's torch? One night Moody had to return home through a dark wood after one of his meetings, and the path was winding and rough, so a friend offered him a torch.
"We can get down steerage, whar I'se stow away dat time I knows de place well clear way traps in de way, and knock down bulkhead; starboard watch come troo de openin' and up on poop; den Moody's gang knock all of a heap, catch it hot, missy! But, really, poah Snowball not able do it all alone down dere!"
They became good companions in the next two weeks; climbing the rocks, rowing from one island to another, bald pieces of rock, like the summits of mountains rising above the surface of the sea, visiting the light-house, the monument to Captain John Smith, Betty Moody's Cave, the graves of the Spanish sailors, the trap dikes of ancient lava, and much else.
Good-by to Hardyman who has sold his farm and his horses, and has begun a new life among the famous fast trotters of America. Good-by to Old Sharon who, a martyr to his promise, brushed his hair and washed his face in honor of Moody's marriage; and catching a severe cold as the necessary consequence, declared, in the intervals of sneezing, that he would "never do it again."
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