Peter B. Kyne,
The Great Mono Miracle
(1925)
“ He had lost his solemn, rather fierce visage, and appeared to have grown mild and melancholy, as if the sins of Lundy Diggings rested heavily on his soul. He was meek and lowly of spirit, indeed, and when Indian Pete announced his intention of spending a few days with him on the island, a smile of genuine pity fringed the parson’s mournful phiz. “Poor fools,” he muttered as if to himself, “blinded by abominations, they see not the error of their way.” ”
