<TITLE>04. Par 13-15</TITLE>L-13 And then the next day... So my little boy, little... (He's all boy.), he was just holding one in his hand like this, little bitty fellow, and he dropped it. And the little fellow just turned over and over. I hated that so bad. I thought it killed it. I laid it back. Poor little kitty, he couldn't help being a cat. So then, he started rolling around.
Next, we was going fishing that night. And the next day I was catching sunfish to bait with. You know what little sunfish are, little bream, you call them here, I think, to bait on the line. Way down in Kentucky below us, about a hundred and twenty miles. And I was setting there, and the Holy Spirit come near into the boat where we were at. He said, "You're going to have a resurrection of life right away."
I turned and said that to Brother Banks setting right there. If there ever was a good, truthful, honest man, that's him and his family. And he said, "What do you think it'll be?"
I said, "It may be that little kitten that Joseph dropped. When we go home tomorrow, that kitten... Probably..." I... You heard the story of the opossum, and so forth. It was in the "Business Men," and so forth. So I said, "It's probably that."

L-14 That night we caught no fish. The next morning we were--had no fish at all, so we pulled into a cove to--about a little after daylight to catch some big bream, and I had a fly line pitching out. It was Brother Lyle was with us, just had got saved just a few weeks before that. And he had a great big, long, hook, and he wormed the worm on, and he had a big drop line, and holding it down like this, a reeling pole. And a poor little brim swallowed it plumb down into his stomach. Instead of just snagging him, pulling him out so he could put him for bait, why, he--he let him swallow it all the way down.
He said, "Now, looky there what that thing did." And he just got a hold of the little bream in one hand, wound the line around the other, and just pulled the stomach, gills, and all out, throwed him out on the water. It was just a little old bream about like that. And he wiggled four or five times, and his little fins spread out, and died on the water. And so, he looked over at him, said, "Little fellow, you shot your last wad."
That's an old southern expression. How many ever heard it? All you southerners heard it, didn't you? So... And he was laying there. He floated around there about a half hour. And I was... I said, "Lyle, you got too big a hook, brother." I said, "Just pitch your hook with a little bitty number twelve, if you can get it on there. And just as soon as the fish..." telling him how to snag those little bream.
He said, "Oh, I'm just a country boy." Said, "This is the way we do it," like that.

L-15 And I set there about a half hour, and the little fish died, and floated all around the water. And it floated back into some lilies, right in a little cove like. I was setting there.
All of a sudden... It's in the mountains where the Wolf River's been backed up, and they made the--the dam there for the hydro plant. And it's a... I guess it's a hundred and fifty miles of water, just in and out of these mountains. And the Spirit of the Lord, like a great sound of wind, come rushing right down through into the boat, said, "Stand up." Said, "Speak to that little fish. He will receive his life."
There laid that little fish, laying there dead on the water for a half hour. I said, "Little fishy, Jesus Christ gives you your life. In the Name of Jesus Christ, it's so." And no more than I said that, the little fish turned over like that, went "brrrrrr," swam out through the water. Now, here's the Bible before me. God is my Judge. Brother Banks is a witness.


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