He waved his hand toward
the window as he pointed out the scene beyond, while in
the other hand he held an open Bible, which he was always
studying. ÒWhat are you reading now?Ó I asked as I
seated myself by his bedside. ÒHebrews!Ó he answered–Óstill Hebrews. ÔThe royal Book,Õ I call it. IsnÕt it
grand?Ó Then, placing his finger
on certain passages, he commented on them. I made some allusion to the strong opinions expressed by many persons on the history of the Creation, its grandeur, and then their treatment of the earlier chapters of the Book of Genesis. He seemed greatly distressed, his fingers twitched nervously, and a look of agony came over his face as he said: ÒI was a young man with
unformed ideas. I threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time over everything; and to my astonishment the ideas took like wildfire. People made a religion of them.Ó