CHAPTER XIV.
BILL'S BLUFF The Pilot had set his heart upon the building of a church in the Swan Creek district, partly because he was human and wished to set a mark of remembrance upon the country, but more because he held the sensible opinion, that a congregation, as a man, must have a home if it is to stay.
All through the summer he kept setting this as an object at once desirable and possible to achieve.

But few were found to agree with him.
Little Mrs.Muir was of the few, and she was not to be despised, but her influence was neutralized by the solid immobility of her husband.

He had never done anything sudden in his life.

Every resolve was the result of a long process of mind, and every act of importance had to be previewed from all possible points.

An honest man, strongly religious, and a great admirer of The Pilot, but slow-moving as a glacier, although with plenty of fire in him deep down.
"He's soond at the hairt, ma man Robbie," his wife said to The Pilot, who was fuming and fretting at the blocking of his plans, "but he's terrible deleeberate.