Then he told them that, if they would help, he would build a little house on his ground, and put some pictures and maps in it for them, and come over every Sunday and talk to them; and they set to work with a will.

Very many were the shrugs and smiles over "Parson Dorrance's Chapel at 'The Cedars.'" But the chapel was built; and the Parson preached in it to sometimes seventy-five of the outlaws.

The next astonishment of the Parson's friends was on finding him laying out part of his new land in a nursery of valuable young fruit-trees and flowering shrubs.

Then they said,-- "Really, the Parson is mad! Does he think he has converted all those negroes, so that they won't steal fruit ?" And, when they met the Parson, they laughed at him.

"Come, come, Parson," they said, "this is carrying the thing a little too far, to trust a fruit orchard over there by 'The Cedars.'" Parson Dorrance's eyes twinkled.
"I know the boys better than you do," he replied.