<TITLE>17. Par 56-59</TITLE>L-56 He said, "He thought of that." Said, "I heard that..." He looked at her and he thought, "Well, Bess, you--you've carried me all this distance. I thought I was going to die and you packed me this far. And I've often heard that horses have instinct to know where the water's at. So if I've trusted you this far, I'll trust you down the dim trail."
That's the way I feel about the Gospel. Not comparing it to a horse that would pack you. But I've trusted the Lord down through these--life like this. When the trail gets dim, down at the end of the road, I want to trust Him more. See? This old time religion saved me back yonder thirty years ago. It's carried me all this distant. When I walk through the valley of shadow of death, I want the same heartfelt experience; I'll trust it then.

L-57 Said, "He jumped on her, started down. He hadn't went no piece till she had jumped headlong into a big pool of water." Said, "He was in that water just a splashing and screaming at top of his voice, and glorifying God. He washed her nostrils out and throwing water upon him and screaming and carrying on."
Said, "He just got out of the water," and said, "he heard somebody laugh. And looked on the bank; it was a bunch of fellows standing there with an old covered wagon. They was all drunk. They'd been over there on a big party of some sort, hunting party or something." And said, "They were all on a big drunk, and they seemed to know him."

L-58 And said; he said, "Get out."
And he said, "Thank you, fellows."
And said, "I--I guess you're starved."
He told them he'd been lost for several days, said, "Yes."
He said, "Well, we got some venison here." So they... He eat venison. He said, "All right," said, "and you're Jack--or--or Tim Coy, the--the indian guide?"
"Yep."
He said, "Well," said, "being that you got some good venison now," said, "a good drink out of this jug will just help you just right."
Said he give him the jug. Said, "No, boys. Thank you, I don't drink." Said, "He put his foot back up and got his directions. And put his foot in the stirrup, and got back on the horse." Said, "A little fellow staggered up, about half drunk, took one of those rifles, Winchesters, and throwed a shell up in it."
Said, "Look, Tim, if our venison was good enough to feed you, don't you try to think you're so good that you can't drink our whiskey." You know how drunks are.

L-59 He said, "Look, fellows." He said, "I don't think I'm too good to drink it," but said, "I just don't drink." He said, "I'm a Christian."
Said, "Aw, get out of that stuff." Said, "Here, just take this drink of whiskey, or I will put a bullet through you." Trying to bluff him into it.
Said, "Wait just a minute. Before you put that bullet in me, let me give you my story." He said, "I was born in the state of Kentucky." Said, "My father died a drunkard with his shoes on." Said, "We lived in a little old log cabin. And one morning when the sun begin to rise, streak across the floor of a little old cabin didn't even have a--a wooden floor in it." Said, "A precious mother lay dying on a shuck bed." Said, "That was my mother." Said, "I was only eight years old." And said, "She called me up to the bedside and put her arm around me, kissed me. She said, 'Tim, I'm leaving you. Your father died a drunk, gambling, shot to death.' Said, 'Promise me, Tim, before I die, that you'll never take your first drink or fool with the cards.'" He said, "When I kissed my mother good-bye, I promised her that." And said, "I've never took a drink from that day, never in my life." Said, "Now, if you want to shoot, you just shoot."


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