A voice literally cried out of the wilderness, startling the horses and ringing among the tree trunks:
"The spirit of the Lord is upon me, and He hath anointed me to blow the trumpet in the wilderness, and sound an alarm in the forest; for behold the tribes of the heathen are round about your doors, and a devouring flame followeth after them!"
II
"That's Johnny Appleseed," said Skenedonk, turning in his saddle.
"What is Johnny Appleseed?"
"He is a man that God has touched," said Skenedonk, using the aboriginal phrase that signified a man clouded in mind.
God had hidden him, too. I could see no one. The voice echo still went off among the trees.
"Where is he?"
"Maybe one side, maybe the other."