<TITLE>10. Par 80-84</TITLE>L-80 I like that song...
You laid Your hand, precious Lord, on the prairie,
Laid Your wonderful hand on the range;
Lord, You poured forth the fountain,
Raised up the mountain,
Oh. Lord, keep Your precious hand on me.
You made the clouds, formed the clouds that made the rain,
From the rain made the sea, from the sea brought the clouds
To give us life abundantly;
You hold the earth and the skies in Your command, Lord,
Oh, please keep Your precious hand on me. (Oh, how great. Yes, the God of heaven...)

L-81 Then in this great time, it's leaning back like this now, and He made us a promise, "No more water, but fire this time." Instead of throwing it... They throwed the earth away from the sun, of course, it got cold. If you throw it into the sun, it'll burn. And just as He destroy it with water and put the bow in the sky, He wouldn't do it no more, now He give a promise He'd burn it. So there you come where sin and all glamor and all filth...

L-82 And not long ago I was riding down through the prairies. As a little boy I used to think, get my history books and geographies and think of the great western plains. "Someday," I said, "I'll live there peacefully and quiet where there's no sin, and I'll roam the fields, and I'll hunt like the Indian. And I'll--I'll live there in a peaceful life all the days of my life." But now it's... White man's been there. Where white man goes, sin is with him. He is the biggest murderer and killer of all the people on the earth, is a white man. He's the renegade of all colors.

L-83 Here not long ago in the paper... (Brother Thom here from Africa), I seen a piece in the paper two weeks ago, I believe it was, and he said... They said, "If the Americans are still permitted to go to Africa, in ten years from now the great African lion will be completely extinct, the elephants..." The renegades shoot just anywhere they can. Picture of two big males trying to hold a wounded male up. Look like tears running from their eyes. They didn't want the... The males didn't want the female to die. And each one holding her by her side, like this, keep her from falling down to her--to the ground, just shot to pieces. A guy that'll shoot anything like that don't deserve to have a gun in his hand. That's right. He ain't got gumption enough to handle it.

L-84 Now, a couple of years ago, trying to run some herd of elk into my good friend, Brother Roy Roberson and them back there, where I was guiding up in Colorado, knowed we had a nice herd. Jeff and I'd had them up there for years and years, about eighty head of elk. And I heard they let some of these office guys out of Denver come out there with these blouse pants on, lace legs... Them's hunters? Um. Here they come up there, a bunch in jeeps and things like that, got back in our territory there.
And I was driving these elk across the mountain behind them, about a mile or two, and they was herding along. You have to keep them thinned out, the big old bulls and things; if you don't, you break your herd up. They're just like raising cattle or anything. Wildlife should be the same to us. It's not a target. If you want to shoot targets, they got range out here to shoot them on. That's right. It's a disgrace to butcher up things like that. It's sinful; it's ungodly.


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