Chapter 17: Der Pastor Becomes The ShepherdPastor James Rolfe was returning to St. Louis, Missouri by train and his thoughts were on composing a sermon and controlling the jolting paper and pencil. He was in the last passenger car, the caboose swaying behind them. This car was reserved for the less affluent traveler and comforts were slim. The seats were hard and stiff, and filled with farmers, immigrant families, vagabonds who went from job to job, the less prosperous drummers, and clerks returning from family visits. There was a small, round, potbelly stove with a day's supply of wood at each end and a lavatory next to each stove. Since they were less than two hours out of St. Louis, the lavatories were in deplorable condition and most tried to avoid them. As usual, there were a few men
