<TITLE>24. Par 101-104</TITLE>L-101 So I raised up, and all of them come out there and looked at her. And as soon as I raised up she started right straight towards my door. And when she got right in front of my door, there in the hot sun, in July, she exhausted and fell over. Mr. Wood said, "That's all of it."
I said, "Yeah, I guess she died." I said, "What a shame."
Went up there, she was just un--relaxed like that, and the little babies were sucking that from her. And I kept punching her with the stick; I said, "Wonder if she is dead?" And I punched her. Said, "Yeah, look at that leg turn all the way back like that." I said, "Isn't that a pity, that poor old mother, how she wanted to live for them babies."

L-102 And I looked at the little babies just a pulling and a nursing, Little bitty naked fellows about like that. And I--I said, "Isn't that too bad?" And I punched her, I said, "She's alive; look at her, comes a little grin like on her chin like that." I said, "I believe she's alive."

L-103 And Mrs. Wood said, "Well, Brother Branham," said, "now the only thing to do," said, "just take a... just--just go ahead and kill her, and take those little fellows and kill them," said, "because you can't raise them they got little round mouths, they had to... and they're just... that old milk from the mother, and her dead," said, "they'll die a horrible death."
I said, "But I--I can't do it."
And they said, "Well, my, let Banks do it then."
I said, "No, I--I just can't do it." I said, "Think, that's one mother fighting for her babies, wanting to live."
And she said, "Well," said--said, "you're a hunter, go and get one of your guns and shoot them. If you don't want..."
She wanted me to throw them on he ground and kill them. And I said, "I'm a hunter, but I'm not a killer." I said, "I can't kill them."
She said, "Well, you don't mean to tell me your going to let them lay there and die like that?" The woman was right, of course.
And I said, "Sister Wood, I--I think a lot of you as my Christian sister, but I--I can't kill it and I don't want no one else killing it."
She said, "Well, Brother Branham, you're doing wrong, sonny." She said, "That--that opossum," said, "them poor little things will die laying there. And what a death they'll die."
I said, "That may be right, but I just can't kill it."

L-104 So I went on. That afternoon, late come, she laid there. We poured water on her; we done everything. She never did come to, just laid there. Mr. Wood come up and got me, and so we went riding, said, "Now, you've been going all day, Brother Branham, you got to get out tonight." So we were riding around awhile. We come in about eleven o'clock, and there the old opossum was laying there still stretched out, dew all over her, them poor little babies still nursing at her. And he said, "If she'd ever moved, when that sun went down she'd have left." You know that too, you hunters. And said, "She would've left when that sun went down," 'cause that's when they start. Said, "She'll never move, Brother Branham." Said, "Why don't you kill her now?"
And I said, "No."


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