<TITLE>09. Par 98-110</TITLE>L-98 He said, "I planted it there. Let's see, it's forty-seven, forty-eight years old, something like that." Said, "I planted a little bitty sprout." Said, "I picked it up from somewhere, away somewhere else, and brought it over here."
I said, "Yes, sir." And I said, "Does it bear each year?"

L-99 "Every year she bears fine apples." Said, "We can a lot of apples out of there."

L-100 And I said, "Well, that's wonderful. I'm glad to hear that." And I said, "You know, here it is only the fifteenth of August." I said, "It's ninety in the shade nearly all the time." I said, "It's strange that all them leaves are falling off of that tree, and we haven't had no frost."

L-101 And he said, "Oh, that's--that's, the sap has gone back to the root."
"Oh," I said, "that what it is?"
He said, "Yes."
I said, "Then goes back to the root, what for?"

L-102 He said, "Well, if it stayed up there, the winter would kill it."
I said, "Kill what?"

L-103 He said, "The tree. The germ of life is in that sap, goes down and hides down in the roots."
I said, "Oh." I said, "Now, will that... What about..."
He said, "Well," he said, "that's nothing unusual."
And I said, "No, no. That's just an act of nature."

L-104   He said, "You know, I want to tell you something." He said, "Before you go any further, I want to say this. That I did hear of a preacher one time, that I'd like to hear once. If he ever comes this country again, I want to hear him."
I said, "Oh? That's nice," I said.

L-105 He said, "He was over here at Acton about two years ago in a campaign out on the--the Methodist fairgrounds out there, the Methodist campgrounds."

L-106 And Banks looked. I turned to Banks, I... That's, Brother Wood. I said...

L-107 And he said, "I forget what the man's name was now." Said, "You know, he had never been in this country before." And said, "Old lady," somebody, "lives up here about a mile, up on the hill." Said, "She was dying with cancer. And they took her to Louisville, a hundred and twenty miles, and the doctors cut her open. And her whole stomach was wrapped, intestines and all, with cancer. And they could do nothing for her." And said, "Then they brought... sewed her up and brought her back. And my wife and I had been going up every day. And they couldn't raise her up no more; we just had to pull the draw sheet and change her bed." And said, "We been going up there for several weeks." He had been just looking any night for her to die, or any time. And said, "Her sister lives back over on another creek." You know, that's the way you name, down there. It's not a road; it's a creek. "Over on another creek."

L-108   I heard somebody laugh. It's just full of Kentuckians in here. Over... Well, I was born on what they call Little Rennix down there. My grandpa lived on Big Rennix, that empties into Bumshell. Bumshell Creek comes right down to Little Rennix, and runs out down by the Casey's Fork, and runs right on into the Cumberland River. Now, that's just across Green Briar Ridge. That's where my mother was born, up on Green Briar Ridge.

L-109   And he said, "This woman lived over on another place." And said, "That's about twenty miles from here. And she come that night, and was setting way back at the back of that campground." And said, "This preacher, when he was up on there, he prays for the sick." And said, "He was telling the people about who they were, and all about it."

L-110 Said, "This woman got in late, and she didn't get one of them cards that they were giving out."


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