<TITLE>04. Par 9-11</TITLE>L-9 And next, they had a little old boy; they pushed him out of that little building. His little old hair as coarse as a mane on a horse, and head down, and I said, "Well..." I let the little boy look up at me; I said, "He's got crossed eyes, hasn't it?" And the mother was kinda rough, she just grabbed him by the top of the head and pulled his hair back, eyes back, and his little eyes setting in like that. I said, "Wonder if I could get..." He was scared of me. So I had a piece of chewing gum; I made friends with him, let him smell it, you know, kept his head down, get him smelling it, them little crossed eyes looking around. I picked him up and got him in my arms and I thought, "God, if You ever helped me, let it be now." If I can just find favor with them, then they'll believe. See? I had him on my little shoulder, little head on my shoulder, and I said, "Lord, I pray that you'll straighten his eyes." I said, "Now, you raise your heads." I said, "Now, before I let the child leave my shoulders, if his eyes is not straight I'm a false prophet. If his eyes is straight, then you believe I've come with a message from Jesus Christ for you." I turned him around like this, and you talk about a prayer line, there was a stampede. Dust flying and everybody try... Well, we couldn't get... No one could get in line, they just fighting, and pushing, and hollering, and jumping over one another. And so...

L-10 The really, the next was an old Indian woman coming from the back, and there was a little bitty, stout, about eighteen year old boy was--he--he just climbed over all of it; he was pretty strong; he got next in line. And I said, "Son, you--you--you're--you're not next, this old woman's next." I couldn't make him understand it. And Brother Jackson pretty good little man himself, you know, carpenter, so he just got the little lad and pulled him out of the way.
Here come that old Indian woman; I never forget that as long as I live. Her crutches was made out of two broom sticks with some--a piece of wood tacked over the top and rags wrapped on it, to pad. And she couldn't... It must've been an arthritis condition, and she put these two sticks out. She looked to be at least eighty. And she put these two sticks out, and she'd make a step, and then--then she'd set the other... I just stood real still, and she walked right up like this to me, and she was shaking, like that, and she looked up at me like that. Oh, my. I seen them old plaited hair, gray you know, them old deep wrinkles in her cheeks, and the tears cutting away through like the--the river there, going down, dropping off her face like that, and I thought, "Somebody's mother... No doubt, that old feeble hand there wrinkled up, has stroked the tears back out of a many crying baby's eyes, the hardships she's went through." She just stood and looked at me and never opened her mouth and said a thing. All at once she just started smiling, reached down and got a hold of one crutch, and one with the other one, handed them over to me and went walking out of there as good as anybody else, no prayer or nothing, she just believed. You remember...

L-11 And along about, I guess it was nearly daylight, I'd been there all night, and that--about four o'clock. Four o'clock in the morning, that's before sundown that afternoon. We had been praying all that night till four o'clock the next morning. I noticed all the Indians coming in, was wet way up around in here, I said, "What's the matter with them?"
And she said, "Well, at first they thought you were false," but said, "now," said, "the ford's a way down." But said, "They run out into the prairies, and got their loved ones, and they're wading across the river at midnight packing their loved ones over to be prayed for."
They'll rise in the judgment with the generation of white people and condemn them any time, that some of these people that won't even darken the door to a meeting.


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