<TITLE>04. Par 17-22</TITLE>L-17 "Yep." She believed it. So then I prayed for the little girl like that, and I got down to her, went [Brother Branham snaps his fingers--Ed.] like that. I said, "Do you hear me?"
She rattled off something. "Blub, blub, blub, blub, blub."
I said, "She'll speak better than that someday."
Said, "Hum, her speak plenty good now." See? And I didn't know what she was saying; said, "Her speak plenty good now."
And all them Indians begin to look, you know, and 'course each one of them with a pipe about like that, smoking on it, you know, beginning to spit, you know, and look sideways and look up. Now, he's a strange fellow, but once convinced, that's all. See?

L-18 And they was talking to one another out there, you know. And the missionary got or the interpreter got them quiet again. And the next come up with a--a little boy. He was standing with his head bowed, and the mother was standing there; and she wasn't waiting for me to tell him what was the matter. She just caught him by the top of the head like this, and jerked his little head back. Why, his poor little eyes was just as crossed as they could be and little, old, red face and fat cheeks like this, cute little fellow. And so I said, "Can I pick him up?"
And she looked at me. And I picked the little fellow up, and he laid his head over on my shoulder. I said to the interpreter, "Don't interpret the prayer."

L-19 I said, "Dear God, these people who's been pushed back, allowanced, and we who come in and took their land, shot off the buffalo, killed off the deer, put them back out here on the plains to starve to death, and burn up billions of dollars worth of hams out yonder on the prairies and things like that and meat,  let them starve to death. It's not fair." I said, "God, show that You are no respecter of persons, and let them know tonight, that I've told them the truth, that You are for them." It happened.
Before looking, I turned the little boy around. I said, "Now, tell them to look." His little eyes was as straight as mine is. And everybody begin to look. My, you talk about a carrying on. It started out there. So they got them quietened.

L-20 The next come through, they started like they was going to have a--a stampede. So it taken them quite a little bit, the dust a flying every way, 'till they... people running this a way, and that way, and I wondered, "What's the matter out there?"
So she finally got them quietened. I had a prayer line then about four city blocks long. I'll tell you. I never seen so many people to be prayed for in my life, and I said to... I said, "What... how'd it happen?"

L-21 She said, "First they thought it was--wasn't right," but said, "now they're convinced." Said, "Now, it'll be glorious now," said the missionary.
So then, Brother Moore, anybody know Jack Moore? He was with me, Jack Moore, and many of the brethren there and Brother Brown. Well, you couldn't--you couldn't get a... you had to beat them off then.
And there was a poor old Indian woman who was supposed to be next, and she had two broom sticks sawed off with a piece of wood over the top for crutches and some rags wrapped around it. Real... I guess she was eighty years old.

L-22 She had leather platted in her hair, and great big wrinkles in her face, and she was trying to get to me. Her arthritis was so bad, she was like that trying to [Brother Branham illustrates.--Ed.], just like that, trying to walk and this little Indian boy was trying to get around another's. And Brother Moore couldn't make him get back. So he just picked him up and set him back behind her.
So I let the poor old thing come up. Here she come across like this, putting her stick out like that. And when she got right up close to me, I looked at her, you know, and she raised her head, shaking like this, and looked, and the tears just finding their way down through the ditches of them old cheeks. And I thought, "Somebody's mother..." That's right.


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