<TITLE>15. Par 53-55</TITLE>L-53 I used to make a little poem, started it, I used to make poems all the time. I got up there and I said,
 I am lonesome, oh, so lonesome,
 For that far away northwest,
 Where the shadows fall the deepest
 over the mountain chest;
 I can see the lurking coyotes
 all around the purple haze;
 And can hear the leopards hollering
 down where the longhorns graze.
 But somewhere up the canyon,
 I can hear the lion's whine,
 In the far off crystal mountains
 on the Arizona line.

L-54 Oh, how around that purple sedge at night, to see that flickering campfire up in a realm like that, and hear the old coyote holler. I just moved up there, done salted, put some blocks out. Packed my pack horses down there, tied them up, went up top, tied my...?... on top. I looked up and I seen a scene. I wondered, "God, did You lead me up here just to worship You?" I just had my hands up, was stomping my feet, and they'd thought there was an insane person up there if they'd seen me. I was having a good time rejoicing in the Spirit. You like that? Just get alone with God.
I pulled the binoculars out of the saddle bag, and looked up there, and I heard a squall. I looked up there, and there was an old mammy eagle having an awful time with her little brood. She was way up in the rocks there, where they make their nest. And I had a pair of seven-fifties, and I was looking good at that eagle, spotting it out. And she was trying to root those little eagles, and oh, my, they were disturbed.
That's the way God does sometime, try to root His eagles around. They think... He thinks He's trying to get mad at them. He'd boost you out here, and boost you out there. He puts a few trials on; He's trying to help you.

L-55 And the old mother eagle, she flogged them around there a little bit, directly, she got them all on her wings. And she flew away. Went way down over the mountains and set down in the green pasture down there. She spread her wings out, and them little eagles holding on. They got out there; they never had been on grass before. And they begin chirping, running, diving, tumbling over one another. If you ever see the little fellows, little white looking fellows, a tumbling over each other? And what a jubilee they were having, pecking at the grass and having a...
I thought, "You know, that looks to me like an old time Holy Ghost meeting they're having. Why," I said, "Yes, that's the way I did." They didn't care. And the old mother eagle took her flight and went way back to a great big sharp rock behind the crevices yonder. I seen her fix her feathers down, take her position, and watch like that. Those little eagles was just chirping and tearing over one another. I thought, "That's just the way a good old fashioned Holy Ghost meeting goes." Jumping here and pecking here, their little feet on that soft grass. They've never been on grass before; they'd been up there in the old pukey nest.


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