<TITLE>04. Par 15-18</TITLE>L-15 I was up in the northwest fishing, and I had a trout line (many of you fishermen brethren here), and I was packed out on my back with a little pup tent. And I was way back up into the mountains. And I had a little pup tent and some, you know, equipment. And I was catching trout. And I'd just catch enough for what I'd eat, and then turn the rest of them loose. And I just love to fish for those little brook.
And I had a moose willow behind me that was catching my line all the time. In the morning I thought, "Well, I'll go down and get me a--my hatchet, and cut those moose willows off, so my little Coachman wouldn't catch in the--in the willow."

L-16 And I left the tent, and went down, and chopped it down; and had my little axe, and caught my fish, and come back. And an old mother bear and her cubs had got in my tent, and they just tore it all to pieces.
And so, a bear is just like... You've heard of a bear in a china closet. It's not what they destroy--not what they eat; it's what they destroy. Had a little stove pipe, and she had just smashed that all to pieces just to hear it rattle.
And so, I noticed... And I--I do love... Now, anybody here from Kentucky? I love flapjacks, you know. They... You call them pancakes here, I believe. And so--and I--I like to put molasses on them. And--and I--I--I'm not--I don't sprinkle; I baptize. So I really pour it on, you know, so I've had to... Plenty--plenty molasses.

L-17 And--and the strange thing when I come up, the old mother bear run away over to one side, and she cooed to the cubs, and one little cub run off with her. The other little cub just set there, had his back turned: a little bitty fellow it was in springtime. And I knowed better than to approach too close to that little fellow, because mother might scratch me. So I... And she kept cooing to it. And I noticed, "What's the matter with the little fellow?"
And I looked around, and he had his head all down like this, you know. He was moving his hand up and down. I thought, "What's he got?" I walked around, keeping a tree always in mind, so to get up the tree before she could get to me. And I walked around, and this little fellow had got my molasses bucket, and he got the--his--the lid off of it. And he didn't know, of course, how to drink it, and he'd just stick his little paw down like this, and lick it up over his face like this. And they love sweet stuff, and he was molasses from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. And he would lick it.

L-18 And I hollered, "Get away from there." And he didn't pay a bit of attention to me. And his mother called him; he still didn't pay any attention to me. I thought, "Well, he's found something awful good." So when he looked around, he couldn't open his eyes--just sticking full of molasses, you know: funniest looking little fellow.
I thought, "Yeah, there's no condemnation to them that's in the patch. That's one thing sure." I thought, "Just like a real old Pentecostal meeting like this morning," got our hands down in the molasses jar just as far as we can, licking.
You know, the thing of it was, when he finally dropped the bucket and run off to them that was scared to come up there and get it, the rest of them licked him--so licking the molasses off.
So that's about what we've been doing this morning, licking molasses from these testimonies.


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