Excerpt from Dwellers in the Mist Her father was the minister of the gray church that stood on the hill overlooking the sea. Its walls were green with lichen, and its flooring was the clamp clay in which the nar row, moth-eaten pews were fixed. Though it was erected but fifty years ago it was already far advanced in decay, for it was built in haste to provide a place of worship for the people who had then left the parish church in a body, leaving it empty and desolate The old parish church stood near, and in it a kindly old man, known in the parish as the Ministeir Moder ate, ministered to a co'ngregation so small that one of the qualities of the church trium phant might be claimed by it - for it was almost invisible. When the people wanted seed in the spring, or meal in the winter, they always went to the old minister in their need, and they never went in vain. That they should turn to him in their difficulties, while they would never dream of entering his church. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.