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It was the largest funeral Springdale had ever seen. Lavinia reflected,
with grim pride, that not even President Henderson had called forth so
many or such magnificent floral tributes. Dr. Clarkson conducted the
simple service and the Conservatory Quartette sang the old sweet songs
that David loved. With uncovered heads his townsmen stood by while his
tired body sank to rest. Then life went on as before.