<TITLE>08. Par 18-19</TITLE>L-18 This next old Indian woman, they had a awful time getting her quiet. She had two broom sticks or some kind of sticks, and they had rags wrapped around the top for crutches. She looked to be about seventy-five or eighty years old. She had long plats hanging down, and--and leather platted in her hair. And she was to be the next in the line. But they were crowding and pushing so at that platform, they got a bunch of Indians and stood them up there to keep them down. And so there was a young Indian boy jumped over the platform and jumped up here, and he was going to be the next. Well, Brother Moore couldn't tell him to get back, so Brother Moore's a little kindly short, stout, Irish fellow. He just picked him up by the ribs like that and set him back to let this woman come on. She was next.
And so, here she come. And the poor old thing, she'd set these crutches out and she was... arthritis, you know, just so bad. And bless her old heart, I hope to meet her in glory someday. When she got right up close to me, like that, she looked up at me and them great big ditches in her face, an old mother. And the tears making their way down through them old ditches, many a hard day on that desert, an old mother probably had rocked her babies a many times and lived on whatever they could get a hold of. She looked up at me like that and her lips was quivering. She kindly smiled, batted her eyes. Reached over and got a hold of one crutch, and the other one put it in her hand, handed up to me, straightened up and went walking all off that platform just like that. What was it? She wasn't prayed for, didn't ask to be. God rewarded her for her faith. Just one more thing on that Indian meeting 'fore close on it.

L-19 It was long about three o'clock in the morning. I noticed the Indians coming through, they were wet way up this a way. I said, "What's the matter?"
The interpreter said, "They thought first it was false." But said, "Now they're going out in the desserts and packing their loved ones. And the ford's a way down here, about twenty miles. And they're not waiting to get to the ford; they're coming right on through the river with them, coming across like that.
So then I looked, coming along the line and there was a great big fellow standing there, robust looking Indian, his lips real blue. That desserts get cold of a morning like that. And he was just shivering. I looked, he had a big wide board with a stick across this way and a stick across that way, and an old Indian man laying on there with his hands across this stick and his legs across the other one. And another man was packing it. No stretchers, just was using that for a stretcher. And I said, "Do--do you speak English?"
He said, "Little." [Brother Branham imitates his accent--Ed.]
And I said, "Aren't you afraid you'll take pneumonia?"
"No. Jesus Christ is take care of me. I bring my father."
Said, "Oh, that's it." I said, "You believe I ask Jesus to heal your father, heal him?"
"Yep, that's why I brought him."
I said, "Pass him on by." And as he went by, I laid my hands over on the old man; I said, "Dear God, an old ancient father here, laying here old, crippled up, shaking with palsy like that," I said, "Have mercy on him, God, and heal him, I pray in Jesus Name." I said, "Now, take him on. As you believe, so will it be." I brought another one, the next one coming. Just so tired I can hardly stand there. I heard somebody... Screaming going on. Looked, and the old man had the board on his own shoulders, going along, waving at everybody like that, just walking along. Just that simple. But you try to figure it all out, how it happens, and that's the reason you miss it. That's right. They just simply believe.


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