<TITLE>12. Par 39-41</TITLE>L-39 And wife just set down and cry. She's thirty-two years old, turned snow-white almost. If there's any credit goes to the Branham family, give it to my wife. She's the one deserves it, not me. And standing there, I remember, she...
I'd just got asleep. I heard the rattling of a noise, and it was an old Chevrolet, drove all the way from up here in Ohio had come down. A little baby, crying, hadn't ceased for days, the doctor didn't know what was the matter with it. And I heard the wife say, "Now, if you'll just sit down." It was long about--about, I guess around three or four o'clock in the morning. Said, "If you will just set down," said, "I will--I will fix you something to eat."
Said, "No, we've had breakfast, Sister Branham, but the only thing that... we just thought..."
Said, "Well, we just got him to sleep." Said, "Don't wake him up right now."
And I was laying in there. And I hear that little baby going just like, you know, wheeze and funny noise, crying, till he just couldn't cry no more. Do you think I could sleep and that little thing laying in there, and think maybe a prayer would help it? I couldn't do it.

L-40 I staggered out into the room. And she started crying, went over and set down. And I said, "Mother, do you believe?" And she... We have two little rooms where we was living. And she laid the baby up there on the table. And I said, "Let's kneel around the table." And we started praying.
While we were yet praying, the little baby quit crying. About an hour from then, they left. It was cooing and laughing to its mother. Went away, it was a little different.
She said, "Before the crowds get gathered in, let me take you somewhere." So we got out in the car and went somewhere, up to Green's Mill, where I seen the vision, where I was commissioned at. We came back down along the evening. We passed by this old school house, where it used to stand. I stopped there.
I remember the old well that I used to drink from. And the kiddies was... Little girl, my little Rebekah was picking some violets. She was just about a year old, or something, year an a half. And she was picking some violets out there, playing. And I went and drink from this old well. I thought, as David said, if he could just drink from that well.

L-41 I went and leaned my arms over against the old wooden fence. I looked across there; I looked up across the field where I used to play. I remember out there how one day, down by the first, 1917, when a big snow come on the ground, there I remember all the boys with sleds out riding. They could ride. Brother and I didn't have no sled.
I seen the old hill where we used to coast down. I didn't have no sled. You know what we used for a sled? We went down in the old country dump pile down there and got an old dish pan. And I set down; we would set down in that dish pan, put our legs around one another. There's sleet on top the ground. Many of you remember the 1917 snow. And I'd set down in this dish pan; we'd put our arms around on another, down the hill we go, around, and around, and around in a dish pan. We wasn't as much class as the rest of them, but we were riding just the same. So what difference did it make?


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