"As I looked at my two young sons, each with his gun, and considered how much the safety of the party depended on these little fellows, I felt grateful to you, dear husband, for having acquainted them in childhood with the use of firearms."This is the literary equivalent of comfort food.
Thank you to everybody who made that possible.
(True story: It took the USPS seven days to get the box from Fort Collins, CO to Denver, a total of some seventy miles. It only took four days from Denver to Indy. I am presuming it was carried the first leg of its journey on foot, somewhat slower than they could have managed in Pastor Wyss's day. Perhaps we should consider bringing back the Pony Express.)