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By his paths through the parched desolation, / Hot rides and the terrible tramps; / By the hunger, the thirst, the privation / Of his work in the furthermost camps; / By his worth in the light that shall search men / And prove-ay! and justify each- / I place him in front of all Churchmen / Who feel not, who _know_ not-but preach! / _The Christ of the Never_.
I told you about Peter M'Laughlan, the bush missionary, and how he preached in the little slab-and-bark school-house in the scrub on Ross's Creek that blazing hot Sunday afternoon long ago, when the drought was ruining the brave farmers all round there and breaking their hearts. And how hard old Ross, the selector, broke down at the end of the sermon, and blubbered, and had to be taken out of church.