<TITLE>10. Par 38-40</TITLE>L-38 Some time ago I was up into northern British Columbia, and a scene came before me that just thrilled me. First, I'd been chasing an old grizzly bear on a horse. And the old fellow was determined I wasn't going to take his picture. But I thought I could. But I couldn't get close enough to him. And on a little, oh, about three year old horse, had just been broke, and he was trying his best to throw me. And over the gulches we went, me trying to head this old bear off. And I got turned around. I thought I couldn't, but I did.
So I got turned around, and it got night on me. And I got up high on a hill, and I begin to look around. And I thought, "Which way did I come?" Now, you know, you're just don't want to get turned around up there, because you'll go five hundred miles without a road or anything. So I said, "Wonder which way..." And it was kind of cloudy, had been a little foggy, and that's the reason I had to get close up to the old fellow to get a picture of him. And I looked around; I thought, "Well, I'm sure this is the right direction." I rode a little while, and the fog cleared away, and the--the moon came out. And I thought, "Well, I can see my way to ride pretty good. Gets too bad, I'll just build up a fire and make the night of it."

L-39 So then after going a little while, and my little horse was lathering pretty well. I tied him up, come to an old blow-down, a burn-over, rather. And it was a blow-down too, because the trees after they'd burned, the life went out of them, many of them just lap over each other when the winds blow. Then I stopped there and I was letting him rest. And I got off and set down there a little bit, and kind of what I call "buttermilk skies," kind of big, white clouds, and the moon was shining through as it was going along.
And I thought, "Well, this is some place to stop." And the winds were blowing, as it had blowed away the fog. And--and I begin to hear the most mournful noise I ever heard. And I thought, "What is that noise?" And after while I heard it again. [Brother Branham illustrates--Ed.] "M-m-m-m" And I thought, "What a spooky place." And just then, the moon came out, and those great, big, old, dead pine trees standing there, and they were just bleached white. And that moon shining down on them, looked like tombstones. And it was the most weary sound I ever heard. And I thought, "What a place for me to stop." Well, I thought, "Lord, do you want me to stay here?"

L-40 I had my little horse tied up. And I set down and begin to wonder. I thought, "Well, what makes them old trees moan like that, makes it so weary for a person passing through here?" Thought, "My, any traveler passing through this would be scared." And I sit there a little while and watched this little old scene take place. And I noticed after while, down come the wind again with a great gush. And those old trees just moaned and groaned. I thought, "Well, what does this mean?" And a little text over in Joel come to my mind. "What the palmerworm has left, has the caterpillar eaten; what the caterpillar has left, has the locust eaten," and all these little insects. I was thinking on that, that each of those insects are the same insect; it's just a different sphere. It goes away as one and comes back as another. The palmerworm, caterpillar, and locust is all the same insect, and then, just a different stage of its life.


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