Greasy shut the book and lay it under his pillow. Rolling himself in his covers, he tried to sleep, but sleep would not come.... Over and over again rose the picture of how the two travelers on their knees had pled to be spared.

Salvation is greater riches than all the gold, silver, and valuable treasures of this earth summed up together. A treasure that never faileth; a wealth so great that, to the happy possessor, everything of earth is, in comparison, reduced to dust and dirt.

I saw that they were close upon a terrible place, for mighty cliffs stood above the shore, and they were within a very short distance of a sheer and terrible precipice. "What are you dragging?" I cried to them. And a thousand voices seemed to answer, "A soul! a soul!"