<TITLE>12. Par 81-91</TITLE>L-81 To finish the story, he--he hadn't gone a half a mile, until, all at once, the faithful horse plunged right into a big hole of water. The horse knew what it was talking about, what it was meaning in its way of expressing to the--the rider. He got in there. He said he throwed water up into the horse's nose. He bathed himself; he screamed and he hollered; and he was shouting to the top of his voice, and pouring water down his throat, and screaming, "We're saved. We're saved. We're saved." And the horse, drinking, and quivering. And he looked at her bloody sides, then all whelped up from the spur marks.

L-82 And said just then, he said... heard somebody say, "Come out of the water." And he looked, and there was a little disfigured cowboy standing there. And he got out of the water. He said he smelled fire, and he looked over, and there was a bunch of men camping there. They'd been up on a prospecting outfit. They'd struck some gold, and on the road back they had their horses and pack horses along, and they come to this water hole and was resting, and they'd all got drunk.
And said they had some venison cooking, and he did eat with them. And said, one of them said, "Take a drink." He told them who he was; he was Jack Coy, the--the Indian guide. So he said, "Well, now, take a drink."
He said, "No," he said, "I don't drink."
And that's kind of an insult to them people. So he said, "You'll take a drink from us."
He said, "No, I don't drink."
So he throwed the jug up and said, "Take a drink." Drunk, all of them, you know, about a half a dozen.
And so he said, "Thank you, boys."
Said, "If our venison's good enough to eat, our whiskey's good enough to drink."
And you know how they are, drunk. And he said, "No," he said.
And they threw a shell in the rifle, and said, "Now you'll drink or else."

L-89 He said, "No. No, I won't drink." And he started to aim the rifle. Said, "Just a moment." Said, "I'm not afraid to die." He said, "I--I'm not afraid to die." He said, "But I--I want to tell you my story 'fore I do, the reason I don't drink." Said, "I'm a Kentuckian." He said, "And in a little old log cabin one morning, where a mother lay dying, she called me to her bedside, and said, 'Jack, your father died with a deck of cards in his hand, across a table, drunk.' And said, 'Don't never drink, Jack, whatever you do.'" And said, "On my mother's brow I laid my hands. And I promised God, as a little ten-year-old boy, I would never take my first drink." He said, "I've never took it." And said, "Now, if you want to shoot, you just shoot."
And as the drunk raised his rifle and throwed the jug up again, said, "Take it or I'll shoot." And just then a gun fired and the jug bursted.

L-91 Standing at the side of a canyon was a little old cowboy, disfigured, with tears running down his cheeks. He said, "Jack, I too come from Kentucky. I made a promise to a mother one day, but I broke my promise." He said, "I was waiting till these guys got drunk enough, and was going to kill the whole bunch of them, anyhow, take what gold they had." He said, "But I've been a drunk and I've done wrong." But said, "I'm sure when my gun echoed up through the canyons of heaven, mother heard me sign a pledge I'll never do it again." There by the grace of God he led all those people to Christ, all those out there.
See, there's something about water, something about refreshing. My point was to get to the water when you're thirsty. There's something it does to you, is to get to the water when you're thirsting.
Now, He said, "My peace I leave unto you. My peace I give you." Not as the world gives you peace, but the way He gives you peace. His peace quenches our thirst. If we are longing for peace, then let us refresh in His peace, to know that we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. He is our peace Giver that quenches our thirst.


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