<TITLE>01. Par 1-4</TITLE>62-0719B, Life, Marion Hotel, Salem, OR, no tape
L-1 I don't have punches. I got some hugs. I used to box, as you know, before--just to kind of--going to make a profession out of it. So I quit that punching a long time ago, only at the devil. I was thinking here this morning, eating these--watching around the table, these different ones, how they're--they eat. Some of them had eggs, and some had pancakes and sausage, and so forth. And--and yet, we're all human. It's strange, isn't it, we'd be all human, and have such a variety of eating?
I think that's just the way it is in our religious thoughts. See, see? I think we are... Some here said they belonged to the Foursquare, and some to the Assemblies, and some this, that; but after all, we're all Christians. You see? It's just the--that's the way it is. And that was Brother Courtner, I was trying to think about from the Foursquare, Brother Courtner. Is he still with them? Courtney. He's sure a fine man.

L-2 Eating pancakes, I have a little story on that. I know it's aside, though it might not go good right now, but we understand. I--I love to fish, and I love pancakes. And so, I was up in--way up in New Hampshire. I'd been trout fishing. That's kind of the home of the little brook trout. And I was packed in about two days with a pack on my back, and I was way high in the mountains. And I--I would catch them, you know. When I got two or three to eat, turn the rest of them loose. Just loved to catch them. So I--there's some willows back behind me--moose willow that was catching my fly all the time. I had a little pup tent, and I thought, "Well now, next morning I'm going to get up early, and go down there, and cut them willows loose." So oh, there was just trout playing all under that, you know, where the water had washed out, you know, back under the bank--some nice ones. And I'd catch him, play with him, and jerk him in real quick, you know, keep from killing him, and then turn him loose again. So I... Oh, I was having a real time.

L-3 And so, I went down there early that morning. I thought, "Just about two of them brownies for breakfast would be just about right with some pancakes," you know. So I get it already mixed up, because I can't mix it, you know. I--I can't boil water without scorching it. So I--I just got to... And so I got up there, and I got my fly line, took off about daylight, cut those bushes, and caught me a couple of fish, and then turned some loose, and hurt a couple, and I brought them back.
On my road back is... You brethren that hunt, you know what it is for a little old black bear to be prowling in the district. So a old little old sow bear there with two cubs had got into my tent. Honest to goodness they had--they'd just torn it to pieces, and there they was. I heard something raking. I looked over, and here set this old mother setting there with these two cubs--had just tore everything I had up.

L-4 I knowed I'd have to go back. It isn't so much what they eat, it's what they destroy. And so, I had a little axe in my hand, and I had an old rusty pistol laying back there, but it was in the tent. And so, she'd--and they're... Oh, a mother bear will kinda charge; anything will, you know, if you're bothering around where they got the cubs. And I kinda kept my distance, and I seen a tree where I could get into it right quick. And I wouldn't want to hurt her, and leave two orphans in the woods anyhow, you know. So I had this little old axe in my hand. So I said, "Get out of there," and she turned. Well, she, instead of coming to me, she run off, and she cooed at these cubs, you know. And one of the cubs took out for her. The other little fellow had his back to me, just setting like this. Well, I thought, "Why didn't you go, little fellow?" And she kept cooing around, to get that cub to come. He wouldn't do it.


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