When I got there it was all still and Sunday-like, and hot and sunshiny; the hands was gone to the fields; and there was them kind of faint dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it seem so lonesome and like everybody’s dead and gone; and if a breeze fans along and quivers the leaves it makes you feel mournful, because you feel like it’s spirits whispering – spirits that’s been dead ever so many years – and you always think they’re talking about you. As a general thing it makes a body wish he was dead, too, and done with it all.
– Mark Twain
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chapter 32. When Huck comes across the Phelps farm he gets a sense of spirits whispering and a Sunday-like feeling. Huck believes that religion is not just found in church, but can be found anywhere you want it to be found.