<TITLE>10. Par 27-28</TITLE>L-27 Well, they said, "What do you think it will be?"
I said, "There will be a resurrection of a little life, of some kind of a little animal." I said, "I didn't see just what the animal was, but it was something that sprung to life all at once."
And we'd been talking on this Scripture. And then, I thought, "Well, it must be a little cat that my little boy, I think, had killed." We're kind of a little afraid of cats at our house. And my little girl came by one afternoon, she and little Rebekah, and another little girl next door, and they had a--an old mother cat, and they wanted to keep it, and I--I told them all right. And they put it in a box, and the next morning we had about eight or ten little kittens. And so my little Joseph, he was about two years old then, and he wanted to see one of them. The little fellows didn't have their eyes open, and he just picked it up, and looked at it, and squeezed it and throwed it down. So the poor little fellow just wiggled around; I--just as we was leaving. And I thought, "That's... Maybe time I get home, the Lord will raise that little cat up, like He did the mother opossum." You've heard that story 'cause it went throughout the world. So then I said, "That--maybe that little kitten will be what will come to life." I thought that in my heart, but I didn't say nothing.

L-28 We fished that night, and the next morning we did--hadn't caught any fish that--that night on our lines because we'd changed the bait to them blue gill, and they--they wasn't biting on that. And about time it got daylight we had all of our trout lines run. We pulled into a little cove, and we were fishing with the fly lines for big bream. That's a little larger blue gill. So we were fishing for those bream on fly line, and Mr. Lyle Wood had a--a reel and pole. And he just dropped it in the water, with a great big long hook, and a poor little blue gill had swallowed it plumb down in the bottom of his little belly. And--and he pulled it up, and he said, "I wished you'd looky there, you can't even see the hook." And he just grabbed the fish like this and just pulled the entrails, gills, and all, out of it, and throwed it out on the water like that, to get his hook out of it. And the little fish quivered four or five times, and spread his little fins out, and died, laying there on the water. So he said, "Little fellow, you shot your last wad."
And we went on; I said, "Lyle, you don't--shouldn't take the hook out like that." I was trying to tell him; I said, "put a smaller hook on." And he was just a farmer boy, you know, that never had fished very much. And so, the little fish laid there for about a half hour, and the wind got up and blowed it back into the drift, along some lilies, along the side of the bank. And we was fishing, and I was catching; we was catching some pretty nice fish.


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