This St.Louis preacher had been a college chum of Preacher Bonds, and was full of the Mount Olivet persuasion.
Those were in the days before undertakers and other such modern conveniences had been introduced into that country.

Jake Benton, good soul, went to Dobbinsville after the coffin and hauled it back in the same old lumber wagon he had hauled Evangelist Blank in five years before.
The funeral was arranged for Wednesday afternoon at two o'clock.

A handful of ashes, together with the pocket-knife and other articles found in the ash-heap, was taken and wrapped in a napkin and placed in the big new coffin.
On Wednesday afternoon, when two o'clock arrived, the two front rooms of the Gramps farmhouse were crammed full of people.

The yard was full, too.

The St.Louis preacher began and spoke thus: "My friends and brethren, we have met on this sad occasion to pay our last respects to the honored dead.