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"If any of the rest of us had repeated it, though, it might have
sounded so." Harden's tone was dry.
"Shakespeare couldn't sound paltry anywhere!" exclaimed Enoch.
"Hum!" sniffed Agnew. "Depends on what and when you're quoting. Give
us another, Judge."
Enoch gazed thoughtfully at the fire for a moment, then slowly and
quietly he gave them the prayer of Habakkuk. The liquid phrases rolled
from his lips, echoed in the Canyon, then dropped into silence. Enoch
sat with his great head bowed, his sensitive mouth compressed as if
with pain. His friends stared from him to one another, then one by one
slipped away to their blankets. When Enoch looked up, only Milton was
left.
"And so," said Enoch, "the Canyon has been a great experience for you,
Milton!"
"Yes, Judge. I became engaged to a girl who is a Catholic. I am a
Protestant, one of the easy going kind that never goes to church. Yet,
do you know, when she insisted that I turn Catholic, I wouldn't do it?
We had a fearful time! I didn't have any idea there was so much creed
in me as I discovered I had. In the midst of it the opportunity came
for this Canyon work, and this trip has changed the whole outlook of
life for me. Judge, creeds don't matter any more than bridges do to a
stream.
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