“Going to take you and ma for a little ride into God’s country,� replied the father.
“But I thought everywhere was God’s country,� replied the little fellow in surprise.
“Surely,� replied the father. “All this beautiful world is the Lord’s, but He seems to have given the greater part of the land about here to the Baldwins, or perhaps it would be more nearly correct to say that He has allowed them to grab it. I expect to take you to-day to see a place, which seems to me to be more especially God’s country, because He has not allowed one man, or one family, to get possession of all of it.�
“And you think it is a better country?�
“Indeed I do, in some respects.�
After passing out of the paper-manufacturing village of Papyrus, eastward, they came to a big, deserted, wooden mill, with many tumble-down houses near it.
“Say, pop, what village is this?�
“Sodom.�
“And what is that old stone mill beyond?�
“That is Gomorrah.�