<TITLE>18. Par 47-48</TITLE>L-47 After while looked like a knot on the tree stuck around, I thought, "That's his head." So I shot. The squirrel run down the tree and I heard something hit the leaves; I thought, "He must have jumped off." And about that time, about fifteen yards from it, another squirrel run up a tree. I said, "That was that squirrel, I missed him, he run around, run up that tree." So I watched real close. It was so dark and the wind blowing so hard. I thought I seen some leaves with something moving; I thought, "Well, I'm--I'm going to shoot at it anyhow." And I shot, I heard that squirrel hit the ground, plunk. It really killed him right out. Well, I said, "I missed him on that tree, but got him over here, just a little bit out of line." I said, "I'll go over and get him." So I walked on up the hill, and when I got to this first tree, there laid my squirrel, the first one, right in line, exactly way I pointed. God in heaven knows that's true. Right the way I pointed... Well, I went over, I said, "Well, that makes me four, He give me one for good measure. That's good." I said, "I said three and I got four; that's good."

L-48 So I went over to pick up the other squirrel, and it wasn't there. And yet I knowed I'd killed that squirrel. Well, I searched everything around there. Waiting, feeling with my hands in the darkness, through the leaves. And busted open an old log and everything. Thought he might've just hurt him, and he pulled away. Finally I found a little hole in the snag. I begin to run my stick in there and pull around, I'd feel something fall off and I said, "It's the squirrel, but the hole is too little to get my hands in; I have to get an ax or something to cut it." So I put a big rock or chunk, against it and went on down.
And I told my brethren when I got to the bottom of the hill. They begin to praise the Lord and shout. That night I was telling it amongst a group of mountain people had come, gathered in. And we were all praising the Lord. And one of my deacons, by the name of Tony, that's in my church, he was--he was with me. And that night when we started to go to bed, he prayed before those people; he said, "Now, Lord," we asked him to lead in prayer, he said, "Now, Lord, to confirm that our brother has told the truth, let him find that squirrel tomorrow in the log so we'll know he's told the truth." It looked like my heart just dropped out of me. "Know that I've told the truth? Of something like that and would tell s--a lie about it? God forbid, such a hypocrite." And I thought, "How would a man that loves me and a man of that caliber, a man that his wife lay dying on the floor and the doctors had walked away from her, went over and offered prayer for her, she got up and went to church with me. How could he question my word? How did he say that?" And the other brethren caught it.


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