But nothin' will ever be perfect." "But how about religion ?" interrupted Helen, earnestly.
"Nature has a religion, an' it's to live--to grow--to reproduce, each of its kind." "But that is not God or the immortality of the soul," declared Helen.
"Well, it's as close to God an' immortality as nature ever gets." "Oh, you would rob me of my religion!" "No, I just talk as I see life," replied Dale, reflectively, as he poked a stick into the red embers of the fire.

"Maybe I have a religion.

I don't know.

But it's not the kind you have--not the Bible kind.

That kind doesn't keep the men in Pine an' Snowdrop an' all over--sheepmen an' ranchers an' farmers an' travelers, such as I've known--the religion they profess doesn't keep them from lyin', cheatin', stealin', an' killin'.