A man was crucified. He came to the city a stranger, br was accused, and nailed to a cross. He lingered hanging. br Laughed at the crowd. "The nails are iron," he br said, "You are cheap. In my country when we crucify br we use silver nails. . ." So he went jeering. They br did not understand him at first. Later they talked about br him in changed voices in the saloons, bowling alleys, and br churches. It came over them every man is crucified br only once in his life and the law of humanity dictates br silver nails be used for the job. A statue was erected br to him in a public square. Not having gathered his br name when he was among them, they wrote him as John br Silvernail on the statue.