Finally Jake was astonished to see, in the glimmering light of the moon that stole through the cracks in the clapboard roof, the two preachers slip from their bed, and kneel on the floor.

His ear caught their whispering prayers that were heard in heaven.

As nearly as he could hear, the prayers ran something like this: "O Lord, thou didst have a purpose in sending us through these wooded hills.

May we be instrumental in bringing light and salvation to this lonely cabin.

Lord, talk to the heart of this Mr.Benton, who sleeps on his bag of leaves.