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Both reader and hearers were swept along upon the tide of dramatic
passion. They were themselves a part of the great and eternal conflict
there pictured; they, too, were called upon to endure the cross.
Cameron had forgotten his breakfast, and with his kindling eyes
fastened upon the reader's face, was listening to the noble music of the
thrilling words.
Barry closed his book and laid it down.
"Great, eh! Wonderful company! All the finest and the best of the war's
heroes are in it. Now, then, prayer--" He dropped on his knees, Cameron
and Hobbs following his example.
It was a prayer chiefly of thanksgiving for those who in their day
and in the face of anguish and terror and death had kept the faith; of
thanksgiving, too, for all who in this present day of sacrifice in the
home land and of sacrifice upon the field of battle were keeping that
same faith for the Empire and for this same sacred cause of humanity.
The prayer closed with a simple petition that they in the battalion
might be found worthy of a humble place in that great company.
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