After waiting till the choir was about to begin the first hymn, he slipped in and took a seat near the door, his heart beating loudly and his breath much quickened.
The interior was so familiar, it seemed for the moment to be his father's church in Rock River.

The odors, sounds, movements were quite the same.

The same deaf old men, led by determined, sturdy old women, were going up the aisle to the front pews.

The pretty girls, taking their seats in the middle pews (where their new hats could be enjoyed by the young men at the rear) became Dot, and Alice, and Nettie--and for the moment the cowboy was very boyish and tender.

The choir assembling above the pulpit made him shiver with emotion.