<TITLE>14. Par 121-124</TITLE>L-121 I was standing the other day by Lake Michigan. And I went over to Lake Superior on my road to Canada, that large body of water. And I stood there, and I thought, "How many miles is it across this great straight of water here?" And then after I crossed Michigan--or Lake Superior, I would come into Michigan, almost an equal body of water. And to there, from Lake Superior to Lake Michigan, from Lake Michigan to Lake Ontario, and just--and Huron, and all the lakes together. How many billions times billions times billions, and innumerable barrels of fresh water lays within that lake.
And yonder in Nevada, and in Arizona, New Mexico, eastern California lay millions of acres of parched burning ground, that's so fertile that, if that water could ever get on that ground, this nation could feed the world, without any hungry people, and have surplus to throw in the sea. That's right. The millions of acres that would grow tons times millions of tons of potatoes, and cabbage, and beans, and--and lettuce, and radishes and celery, and cucumbers, and whatmore. The ground would grow it; it's--it's just longing for the water.

L-123 And here's the water up here, and here is the ground down here. Now, we can see it, and we know it would do it, because we can test the water and see it's fresh, and test the soil and see it's fertile. Now, all the wishing that we can do will never put them together. But there is a law, and that law is gravitation. Now, if we'd work according to gravitation, we could water every bit of that land, taking the water from the lakes and watering it. But we'll have to work according to the law of gravitation. We can't wish it out there. We can't scream it out there. We can't holler it out there. We've got to work according to the laws of gravitation to get it there. God puts everything in a law.

L-124 Here I was thinking; I don't know whether I ever told you this or not. I was down in Kentucky, squirrel hunting, with Brother Wood about a year ago. And we... The squirrels was kinda scarce, and so we went over to a fellow's house to find out about hunting. A man had several acres of ground, and on this ground there was much woods. But Brother Wood told me that the man is an infidel. He's--he's an unbeliever. So he said that he knew him, so he--or his father knew him; he'd go over and ask if we could have permission to go hunting.
We drove up to the gentlemen's place. And he and another man, both of them in their seventies, they were setting under an apple tree. And Mr. Wood went into this man, and he said to him, "Could I hunt a little bit on your place?" And he said, "Well," he said, "all right." He said, "What Wood are you? Are you Jim Wood's boy?"
He said, "I am."
He said, "Well, old Jim was honest and so forth." And said, "You can hunt anywhere you want to, on my place. I got so-many hundred acres here; help yourself. Go down in them hollows, wherever you want to. Just make yourself at home."
I set in the car, because I thought the preacher and infidel wouldn't go good together, if we was going to ask a favor of the infidel.


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