There was not one there who had not heard words of help or comfort from Parson Dorrance's lips.

The students of the college filled the body of the church; the Faculty and distinguished strangers sat in the front pews.

The pews under one of the galleries had been reserved for the negroes from "The Cedars." Early in the morning the poor creatures had begun to flock in.

Not a seat was empty: old women, women with babies, old men, boys and girls, wet, dripping, ragged, friendless, more than one hundred of them,--there they were.

They had walked all that distance in that terrible storm.