Look! you can see it from here.

It's for all the world like Noah's dove just landed on Mount Ararat.

It's a good omen." From sheer force of habit the men had momentarily brightened up at the Old Man's entrance.

But the unblushing exhibition of degrading superstition shown in the last sentence recalled their just severity.
They exchanged meaning glances.

Union Mills uttered hopelessly to himself: "Hell's full of such omens." Too occupied with his subject to notice this ominous reception, the Old Man continued: "I reckon I struck a fresh lead in the new grocery man at the Crossing.