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           Zeeborosefromhispewandwalkeddownthecenteraisle,stoppinginfrontofusandfacingthecongregation.Hewascarryingabatteredhymn-book.Heopeneditandsaid,"We’llsingnumbertwoseventy-three."

           Thiswastoomuchforme."How’rewegonnasingitifthereain’tanyhymn-books?"

           Calpurniasmiled."Hushbaby,"shewhispered,"you’llseeinaminute."

           Zeeboclearedhisthroatandreadinavoiceliketherumbleofdistantartillery:

           "There’salandbeyondtheriver."

           Miraculouslyonpitch,ahundredvoicessangoutZeebo’swords.Thelastsyllable,heldtoahuskyhum,wasfollowedbyZeebosaying,

           "Thatwecallthesweetforever."

           Musicagainswelledaroundus;thelastnotelingeredandZeebometitwiththenextline:"Andweonlyreachthatshorebyfaith’sdecree."

           Thecongregationhesitated,Zeeborepeatedthelinecarefully,anditwassung.AtthechorusZeeboclosedthebook,asignalforthecongregationtoproceedwithouthishelp.

           Onthedyingnotesof"Jubilee,"Zeebosaid,"Inthatfar-offsweetforever,justbeyondtheshiningriver."

           Lineforline,voicesfollowedinsimpleharmonyuntilthehymnendedinamelancholymurmur.

           IlookedatJem,whowaslookingatZeebofromthecornersofhiseyes.Ididn’tbelieveiteither,butwehadbothheardit.