The sides of the tent were up, and hundreds of people who could not get in, stood outside, all as still as death itself, with wonderful sadness and solemnity for such rough looking people.

There must have been a hundred of these women, and I was told many of them had been converted at the meetings just recently.

I cannot describe the effect of that singing.

Not a man sang a note.

All women's voices, and so soft, and yet so distinct, that the effect was startling.
"The service closed with another solo by Miss Winslow, who sang, 'There were ninety and nine.' And then the evangelist asked them all to bow their heads while he prayed.