Bellrope ~ Robert Morgan The line through the hold in the...

Nascosti Paroli ― Bellrope ~ Robert Morgan The line through the hold in the dank vestibule ceiling ended in a powerful knot worn slick, swinging in the breeze from those passing. Half an hour before the service Uncle Allen pulled the call to worship, hauling down the rope like the starting cord of a motor, and the tower answered and answered, fading as the clapper lolled aside. I watched him before Sunday school heave on the line as on a wellrope. And the wheel creaked up there as heavy buckets emptied out their[...]