"Well, by and by, _him_ and George Olver struck up a song. I've heern 'em
sing it before, them two. As nigh as I calk'late, it's about findin' rest
in Jesus, and one a askin' questions, all fa'r and squar', to know the
way and whether it's a goin' to lead thar' straight or not, and the other
answerin'. And _he_--he was a tinkerin', 'way up on the foremast, George
Olver and the rest on us was astern,--and I'll hear to my dyin' day how
his voice came a floatin' down to us thar'--chantin'-like it was--cl'ar
and fearless and slow. So he asks, for findin' Jesus, ef thar's any marks
to foller by; and George Olver, he answers about them bleedin'
nail-prints, and the great one in His side. So then that voice comes down
ag'in, askin' if thar's any crown, like other kings, to tell Him by; and
George Olver, he answers straight about that crown o' thorns. Then says
that other voice, floatin' so strong and cl'ar, and if he gin up all and
hollered, what should he have? what now?
"So George Olver, he sings deep o' the trial and the sorrowin'. But that
other voice never shook, a askin', and what if he helt to Him to the end,
what then should it be, what then? George Olver answers: 'Forever-more,
the sorrowin' ended--Death gone over.
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