<TITLE>10. Par 82-85</TITLE>L-82 Sometime ago, an infidel crossed the nation years ago, forty, fifty, sixty years ago, getting converts. Oh, he was so smart with his intellectuals until modern preachers, intellectually speaking, could not hold nothing by him. And he made converts to infidelism. And one time his health give down; he went up into Colorado, near a ranch where I used to ranch and worked. And he was taking a vacation back there. The man that I know, his--had--his father had cut the--the ways through to put his camp up. And one day he was walking back out, and he stopped. And he looked at the rocks, and he said, "Just where did you come from? How did you get there?" And the winds begin to blow. He said, "Have I been wrong all the time? If there is a God, let Him speak to me."
There that infidel that preachers or no one could--could withhold him or withstand him, rather, in the words of his wisdom, but the--they was afraid of him. But the Bible said, "If they hold their peace, the rocks will immediately cry out." God has a way of doing things. The rocks cried out. There on his knees with his face to the ground, he surrendered his infidelic spirit over to God and become a sweet, humble Christian. "They hold their peace, nature will cry out."

L-84 I--I'm a hunter. I--I love to hunt, 'cause there's where I found God first, was in the woods. When I was first wanted to serve Him, I didn't know how to pray. And we never went to church; our people behind was--me was Catholic. And they didn't... I, Irish, by nature, mother and father both; except my grandfather was Indian. And then they... I didn't know how to pray. And I wanted to get saved, and you know what I did first? I set down and wrote God a letter and told Him that I was sorry for what I done. And I was going to go out into the woods in a path where I used to have a real funny feeling when I'd go by these places; and I was going to tack it on the tree so He could read it when He passed by. 'Cause I knowed He lived out there in the woods somewhere. I'd seen too many things happen; I knew that He lived somewhere. And I thought, "Him, being so free from sin, He'd be out into a place where it was clean, where people wasn't at." He could be... I could find Him there better than I could among like places where people had contaminated it. I learned, my first Bible was from nature.

L-85 Or, you--you take these little ducks. They come from the south here, and go out, way up into Canada, and they make their nest up there in the slime. And they lay their eggs, and the little ducks are born. And then that's in the spring. That year, they raise up, all summer they're fed. And when wintertime comes, the first time there comes a cold wind blowing across the mountains where frost is, sweeps down across the prairie country where the lakes are, or the foothills, and that first cold breeze blows across there with frost in it, somewhere in that great big bunch of ducks on this pond, is a little leader, a little drake. He'll run right out there in the middle of that pond, stick that little honker up in the air, and honk four or five times; every duck on the pond will come to him. He'll raise from there. He's never been off of that pond; he was born there that spring. He'll raise off of that pond and go just as straight to Louisiana as he can go to them rice fields; no compass at all. They call it instinct.


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