<TITLE>10. Par 13-13</TITLE>L-13 My little brother waddled his way back to--towards the house; and he was as far as, oh, fifty yards from the house, perhaps. He'd went back to the house, and I was still playing around the little branch. I heard a bird setting up there, and the bird was chirping. And I listened at him, and he was whistling, might've been a robin, or something, a whistling, making a song.
And then, coming down through there, came a Voice. Now, remember, friends, this Bible lays open before me when I say this. Now, whether it come from the bird, from the tree, I was just a laddie boy, and didn't know. I cannot say. God knows. I do not. But a Voice spoke to me, that I was going to live near a city called New Albany. And about a year from then, or less than a year, my father came to Indiana, and we've lived within four miles now, and I've been raised within four miles of New Albany, Indiana.
The next appearing that I knew of It, I was about seven years old. I'd entered school. In them days the kiddies didn't go to school till they was about seven. I'd just entered school, and I loved fishing, and I wanted to go fishing. And I went out in the back of the pond, the old ice pond, dad worked for a millionaire then as a chauffeur. And I was... And my father did which was wrong. These are the things I do not like to say, but, brother, sister, when they're truth, no matter if it's against me or for me, I must tell the truth.
My father did wrong. It was during the time of prohibition. He drank heavy. And he made what he drank and made it for others. Then packing water, I had to, to one of those still's one night, where him and another bunch of men... I could not go fishing. And I had to--to pack the water.


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