<TITLE>08. Par 27-29</TITLE>L-27 I started back up, and the fog begin to come down, snow and fog was coming. I started right up the little drain. I thought, "I'll go up here. I know where I turned off at the right." And I walked, and I walked, and I walked, and I never did find that place. I stopped after while, and I was right back in front of my deer. I started again and come back to the deer again. Going one straight way, come back to the deer.
Now, the Indians call that, "The death walk." You're walking around, no compass, and the winds was so high then. And anyone knows that in the mountains when that fog comes down, you can hardly see your hand before you. And the only thing to do is to go in somewhere, hole up, get something to eat if you can find it, and stay there until it's over.
But I couldn't do that. I had a wife and baby in that woods. And they'd die in that storm. So I couldn't do it. And I had to try again. And after I'd gone as far as I thought I should go, I thought, "Well, I'm lost." I thought, "Wait a minute, Bill Branham. You're not lost. You just think you are. Why set down a minute."

L-28 And as I started to set down, the snow blowing and the winds a twisting, the trees a laying over, I thought, "Oh, my." My wife was never out of the city in her life, 'less it was just ride out to the country and back. What would she do and no me lost in the mountains? She'd go wild. And she'd die before morning, her and my baby. Well, I said, "Oh, you're too good a woodsman to be lost. Now, you're know your instinct tells you that you should go right this a way, because the wind was in your face when you come up the hill, and it's got to be at your back going down the hill."
So I started like that, and Something begin to speak. "I am a very present help in the time of trouble."
I said, "Now, I am getting beside myself. I think I can hear a voice speaking to me." I shook my head; I said, "Come on, boy. Just come on; you're going straight towards the way towards your camp. You know you are."
And I held my gun, I said, "Old gun, you've been with me now many a time. You'll help me through." Throw it on my shoulder. I was going exactly towards Canada, not knowing it.
And that voice kept speaking. "I'm the Lord. I'm a very present help in a time of trouble."
And it got deeper and deeper, until finally I stopped and set my gun against the tree. I laid my old hunting cap on the ground, and knelt down, and I said, "Lord, I'm not a woodsman. I'm a lost, miserable, wretched boy. I'm not worthy to live, but please have mercy on my wife and baby." I thought I could conquer any storm. I could conquer any woods. But I found out that I wasn't no conqueror.

L-29 And as I prayed I felt real good about it. I raised up, and I said, "Now, my instinct tells me to continue straight ahead. I shall go straight ahead." And as I started to walk on, wiping the tears out of my eyes (you might not want to believe this), but I felt the mighty Conqueror put His hand on my shoulder.
And I stopped, startled. I thought, "I'm by myself in this woods. Who stepped from behind a tree to put their hand on my shoulder?" And I turned and looked, and there was nobody there. But as I looked backwards to my right and backward, of... the winds cleared away, and I seen the tower on the mountain, the Hurricane tower where the ranger and I put the telephone up to that.
I was going to my death, not knowing it. But He's a very present Help in the time of trouble. I turned myself to the direction, quickly before the clouds come by again. Just a little hole, and I spotted the tower. What was it? It was His mighty hands, Who conquered the winds and the waves, moved back the fog to save a poor lost wretch. He still lives. He's the mighty Conqueror.


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