He told 'em 'at their minds could breathe the inspiration of God as easy as their lungs could breathe the pure air o' the mountains, if they'd only form the habit. Then he talked to 'em friendly an' confidential about their natural devilment. He didn't talk like a saint speakin' out through a crack in the gates o' Paradise, like most preachers do. He called the turn on the actual way they cut up when they went to town, and just how it hurt 'em body an' soul; and his face grew set and earnest, and his eyes blazed; and then he said a few words about mothers an' children and such, and wound up with a short prayer.

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