<TITLE>16. Par 55-57</TITLE>L-55 While I was game warden, I was going through a field, and I went over to--to put some fish in a--a stream. Oh, we was supposed to pack a little old pistol, and I throwed the thing up in the car. And there was some fellow over across the way was sick. I was a minister at the time, so I was going over to visit this sick brother, working for my living. And I just pulled this little old gun off, and throwed it up in the car, and shut the door, and took out across the field.
I didn't think about it, but, about two months before that, a great big Guernsey male cow had killed a colored man. And he was in that pasture, and I didn't know it. They'd sold him to another fellow up there. He was a fine animal, and they didn't want to kill him. So they sold him to this color--this man up here, the other place. And I was going across the field, and out in the field where some little shrubs was, all at once this big fellow raised up. Oh, I felt for the gun. And I'm glad I didn't have it, for I'd probably killed the bull and then went paid for it. But while I was standing there looking, I looked back. I was about two hundred and fifty yards or three hundred from the fence, not a tree nor nothing to get into.

L-56 Well, he raised up, and he roared, and throwed his horns down to the ground, and shook the dirt like that, and pawed, and here he come. I thought "Well, here is the end. Well, I certainly don't want to meet my end like a coward. I want to stand and take it like a man." I thought this was the end. And then, when that bull, being as far as across this arena here from me, I... Instead of hating that bull, something happened, I loved him. And I thought, "Now, wait, I'm on his ground. He wasn't bothering me, I'm bothering him." And I said, "Creature of God, I am the servant of the Lord; I'm on my way to pray for His sick child. Now, I won't bother you any more, in the Name of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, go lay down again, and I won't bother you."
And that fellow, here he come, and I wasn't no more a scared of that animal than I am of my brethren setting here behind me. And here he come. I wish it could happen now. And he run, and when got right within a few feet of me, he threw his feet out, and he stopped, and he looked this a way and that way so depleted, turned around, walked over and laid down. And I walked within five feet of that animal, and he just looked up at me, and I went on, went on by. When I got to the road and that left me, I shook all over. What was it? In emergency, love is projected, grace takes its place.

L-57 Many of you's read the opossum story, didn't you? Here's Gene and Leo and them setting back there now. They was at my gate, last July, just about a year ago. And there'd been a young colored girl in the city, a beautiful woman, had had a illegitimate child. (Now, we're closing, just a moment.) And had this illegitimate child and she didn't want it. She took the little baby and wrapped it in a blanket, put wire around it and smothered it to death. Had a cab driver take her out on the bridge, of the Ohio River, which it spans about a mile across there, and told the cab driver she had to throw something out and he stopped, and she pitched the baby over into the water. And the cab driver was suspicious, and called the Coast Guard. They seined out, and it was a little baby. So I said to little Gene and Leo, which I call my students, the recording boys here. I said, "That wasn't a mother, that was just a female. A mother wouldn't do that."


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