XX LINCOLN AND BOB XXI HIRAM AND BARBARA XXII THE FIRST DAY OF COURT XXIII BROAD RUN IN ARMS XXIV FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED XXV LIKE A WOLF ON THE FOLD XXVI CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE XXVII LIGHT IN A DARK PLACE XXVIII FREE XXIX THE CLOSE OF A CAREER XXX TOM AND RACHEL XXXI HIRAM AND BARBARA XXXII THE NEXT MORNING XXXIII POSTSCRIPTUM List of Illustrations TURNING THE BIBLE. BARBARA AND HIRAM BY THE LOOM. MR. BRITTON AND BIG BOB. "TELL ME TRULY, TOM, DID YOU DO IT?" JANET AT THE WINDOW. "WHERE'S THAT PIECE OF CANDLE GONE TO?" ZEKE AND S'MANTHY'S OLDEST SON. "'WHERE IS HE?' ASKED THE JUDGE." "SAY, TOM, WON'T YOU WAIT FOR ME?" THE GRAYSONS I TURNING THE BIBLE The place of the beginning of this story was a country neighborhood on a shore, if one may call it so, that divided a forest and prairie in Central Illinois. The date was nearly a lifetime ago. An orange-colored sun going down behind the thrifty orchard of young apple-trees on John Albaugh's farm, put into shadow the front of a dwelling which had stood in wind and weather long enough to have lost the raw look of newness, and to have its tints so softened that it had become a part of the circumjacent landscape. The phebe-bird, locally known as the pewee, had just finished calling from the top of the large barn, and a belated harvest-fly, or singing locust, as the people call him, was yet filling the warm air with the most summery of all summery notes--notes that seem to be felt as well as heard, pushing one another faster and yet faster through the quivering atmosphere, and then dying away by degrees into languishing, long-drawn, and at last barely audible vibrations.