Billy Grahams' "Decision" magazine published parts of this many, many moons ago.
On one of those timber tramps to Alaska, I was bunking near an Indian village. No logg'n camp so had to use the two washing machines in a makeshift building. The only time to find them empty was late at night.
The only occupant was a tall Indian women about 30 folding her clothes and humming a hymn. She acknowledged me and I her.
I dumped my bag into the washer. As it chugged along the only sound was dogs barking down in the village. I broke the silence. I sez, "That was a hymn you were humming?"
"Yes, it was," sh...
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