Wherever there is an italic, the hickory descended.  It fell about as regularly and after the fashion of the stick beating upon the bass drum during a funeral march.  But the beast, although convinced that something serious was impending, did not consider a funeral march appropriate for the occasion.  He protested, at first, with vigorous whiskings of his tail and a rapid shifting of his ears.  Finding these demonstrations unavailing, and convinced that some urgent cause for hurry had suddenly invaded the elder’s serenity, as it had his own, he began to cover the ground with frantic leaps that would have surprised his owner could he have realized what was going on.  But Elder Brown’s eyes were half closed, and he was singing at the top of his voice.  Lost in a trance of divine exaltation, for he felt the effects of the invigorating motion, bent only on making the air ring with the lines which he dimly imagined were drawing upon him the eyes of the whole female congregation, he was supremely unconscious that his beast was hurrying.

And thus the excursion proceeded, until suddenly a shote, surprised in his calm search for roots in a fence corner, darted into the road, and stood for an instant gazing upon the newcomers with that idiotic stare which only a pig can imitate.  The sudden appearance of this unlooked-for apparition acted strongly upon the donkey.  With one supreme effort he collected himself into a motionless mass of matter, bracing his front legs wide apart; that is to say, he stopped short.  There he stood, returning the pig’s idiotic stare with an interest which must have led to the presumption that never before in all his varied life had he seen such a singular little creature.  End over end went the man of prayer, finally bringing up full length in the sand, striking just as he should have shouted “free” for the fourth time in his glorious chorus.

Fully convinced that his alarm had been well founded, the shote sped out from under the gigantic missile hurled at him by the donkey, and scampered down the road, turning first one ear and then the other to detect any sounds of pursuit.  The donkey, also convinced that the object before which he had halted was supernatural, started back violently upon seeing it apparently turn to a man.  But seeing that it had turned to nothing but a man, he wandered up into the deserted fence corner, and began to nibble refreshment from a scrub oak.

For a moment the elder gazed up into the sky, half impressed with the idea that the camp-meeting platform had given way.  But the truth forced its way to the front in his disordered understanding at last, and with painful dignity he staggered into an upright position, and regained his beaver.  He was shocked again.  Never before in all the long years it had served him had he seen it in such shape.  The truth is, Elder Brown had never before tried to stand on his head in it.  As calmly as possible he began to straighten it out, caring but little for the dust