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Methodist society. On its front were the 
sears of several small holes which had been 
stopped and covered with tin. A. resident 
of the Castle assured me that the mischief 
had been done by pigeon woodpeckers, — 
flickers, —a statement at which I inwardly 
rejoiced. Long ago I had announced my be- 
lief that these enthusiastic shouters must be 
of the Wesleyan persuasion, and here was 
the proof! Otherwise, why had they never 
sought admission to the more imposing and, 
as I take it, more fashionable orthodox sanc- 
tuary? Yes, the case was clear. I could 
understand now how Darwin and men like 
him must have felt when some great hypoth- 
esis of theirs received sudden confirmation 
from an unexpected quarter. At the same 
time I was pained to see that the flickers’ 
attempts at church-going had met with such 
indifferent encouragement. Probably the 
minister and the class leaders would have 
justified their exclusiveness by an appeal to 
that saying about those who enter “not by 
the door into the sheepfold; ’’ while the wood- 
peckers, on their part, might have retorted 
that just when they had most need to go in 
the door was shut. 
