<TITLE>06. Par 16-18</TITLE>L-16 So I took the little fellow up in my arms like this; I prayed, "O heavenly Father, give grace now and power, that I might find favor with these people." And while I was praying I seen the little fellow standing before me. I just... He leaned his head over my shoulder; his eyes were straight.
So I said, "Now, all of you raise up your heads." And they did around. I said, "Before I take him off my shoulders now, I want to turn around and let you all look at him like that." And his little old eyes straight, and he was rubbing his eyes and looking like that. Then I begin to see them, they was smoking these big, long pipes and things, begin spitting, you know, and talking to one another.
Next come out was a--a little girl. And so she was deaf and dumb, a fever had run her deaf and dumb. After having prayer for her I got down and went [Brother Branham claps his hands--Ed.] like that, she turned around and looked at me. I said, "Can you hear me, honey?" And she looked around like that. I said, "Do you hear me?" I said, "Say, 'Mama, daddy.'" And she'd blabber off something there. I said, "Well, she'll talk better."
And the interpreter said, "Hmm, her talk heap good right now." I just couldn't--I just couldn't understand it.

L-17 Well, then that really started a rile. You... It looked like a stampede, I tell you, the dust flying everywhere. Everybody was in the prayer line then. And I'll never forget that night. I... There was so many... The--the white man couldn't keep the people off, like that. There's just walling on so greatly. And they filled a little line out, Brother Moore and a bunch of them there, holding the--the line like that. And then I said, "Let them come out of this building first. They'd started first."
And next come out was a poor old Indian mother, with two broom sticks cut off with...?... for crutches, some rags wrapped around the top. And she was trying to get to me, and a little Indian boy would getting around her. So Brother Jack couldn't make him understand, so he just picked him up and set him back in the line. So little fellow about seventeen, eighteen years old, Brother Moore is a little strong, stout Irish type fellow, just set him back in the line.

L-18 So the poor old thing she was coming. I watched her. She had her hair in braids hanging down, you know, and leather worked in her hair, and she had set it out like this. Arthritis, you know, and she'd move her foot, till she got right up close to me. She just about that high...?... and all stooped over, and she, her little back was bent down. And she stopped like this, and she raised her head, and looked up and them big old deep wrinkles, you know, and little trickles of tears running down through that old wrinkled face. And I thought, "Somebody's mother." Sure, somebody's mother. I thought, "God only knows what the old thing's went through with."
She looked up to me like that just as pathetic, her little black eyes rolled around looked at me, like that. She kind of smiled. Took one step, and put...?... hand and she straightened up and started walking on the platform like that, no prayer, or nothing, walked off of there, and everybody begin screaming.


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