<TITLE>01. Par 1-4</TITLE>59-0424A, The Faith Of Abraham, Santa Clara County Fairgrounds, San Jose, CA, 56 min
L-1 So it's good to be here again this afternoon to--to continue our little study. I just wish we had this for a long time, where we could get together and... You know, there's something about it that we... We always said something like this: We'd get our hands in the honey jar. You know what the honey jar is.
Just reminds me of here some years ago, you always see things when you haven't got your camera. I'd been fishing up in the mountains in--way up in northern New Hampshire, kinda the home of the little brook trout. And I--I love to fish for them. And I had a little pup tent I'd packed up there, it's about a two day's hike, way up in the high part of the mountains, the great home of the white-tailed deer, just off of a meeting, just relaxing, trying to get my nerves quietened down.

L-2 And so, I'd been fishing up the stream the day before. And there's a nice hole up there where I knowed it had several brook trout in it, and I... But I couldn't work my fly line back and forth on account of the bushes. So that morning I thought, "I'll go up and catch two or three for breakfast, and I'll take my little hand axe along and cut them limbs off.
And on the road coming back, I had my fish for breakfast. And on the road coming back, I heard a noise. And I'd come around a little bunch of bushes and looked, and there was an old sow bear and two cubs that got into my tent. There wasn't much left of it.
They... It's not what they eat; it's just what they tear up just to be... They... A stove pipe there where I had a little sheepherder's stove. He'd get on that and just jump up-and-down to hear it rattle, you know, just mashing it all to pieces.

L-3 And then, when the old mother bear spotted me, she run off and cooed to her cubs. But one of them come right on with her, but the other little fellow set there. And I looked around. I had an old rusty rifle laying in there, but was .22 and I... Well, I had this hand axe, but I didn't want to leave any orphans in the woods, you know, if you had to kill the mother. And--and yet, I knowed she might scratch you, you know, if you'll fool around them cubs. So, kinda put me in a tough place.
So I moved off to one side, and I wondered, "What... Why don't that little fellow move?" And he wouldn't move. And the mother kept cooing for him, and he just kept setting there. The little guy had his back to me, setting like this. I was back there. And I thought, "Well, what's he so interested in?" So I got around this a way to where I could look and see what it was. And...

L-4 I like pancakes. How many like... And I always take me a little bucket of molasses along, you know, good sized bucket, because I'm--was a Baptist. I don't sprinkle them; I baptize them. I really pour it on good and heavy, you know.
And this little fellow had got my bucket of molasses out. They love to... He was molasses all over. I never seen such a drenching of molasses. He didn't know how to get them out of the bucket, so he'd stick his little paw down, then lick, like that, you know. Lick. I said, "Get out of there." And he turned and looked, and molasses in his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes, you know. Looking at me. And he finally got his eyes open and looked at me and kept on eating molasses.


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