<TITLE>17. Par 174-183</TITLE>L-174 He dwells in His Word, and His Word comes into your heart and speaks Itself out, and declare. He interprets His Own Word through you. He is trying to find somebody He can get a hold of, to show that He is still God. See? And He is, He will do that if He can just get somebody He can speak to. If He can get another woman with a blood issue, He can still speak the same thing. He can still do the same thing, making known, declaring. We're in the Presence of God, not recognize It.

L-175   Reminds a little story. I might have told it to you once, I don't know. It'd bear right now. As you all know, I--I hunt big game. And I was up in the north woods, used to go up there hunting, all the time. And I had a friend up there named Bert Call. He was a fine hunter, about a half Indian. Never had to worry about him, he wasn't going to get lost. And we really were chums, but that was the wickedest man, at heart, I ever seen. He just had no heart at all. He used to shoot little fawns, that's little baby deers, just to make me feel bad. And he would say, "Oh, you preachers are chicken-hearted. Billy, you would be a good hunter if you wasn't a preacher." Said, "You're too chicken-hearted."
I said, "Bert, that's not chicken-hearted."

L-176 Now, it's all right to kill a fawn if the law says so. Abraham killed a calf and fed it to God. It ain't the size of it or the sex of it.

L-177 But it's just to be evil with it, and he would just shoot them fawns and just laugh, make laugh because I felt bad about it. Well, now, he--he did that.

L-178   And one year I went up there. And he had invented himself a little whistle that he could blow, like a little fawn, how it calls, you know, for its mama. And so he said, "Hey, Billy, before we start this morning," said, "I want to show you something I got." And he showed it to me.
I said, "Bert, you wouldn't use something like that."

L-179 He said, "Oh, get next to yourself." And the fellow had eyes just like a lizard, like some of these women try to paint their eyes, you know how, like that. You know, looked at me, with them lizard-looking eyes, and eye, it'd almost scare me.
And--and I said, "Bert, don't do that."
He said, "Oh, you chicken-hearted preachers!"

L-180   So we--we was... I was a little late getting up that time. And those northern whitetail... Your mule deer here, he'll walk up to you, but not one of them guys. Whenever he's been shot at, he is a... You talk about Houdini a being escape artist, he is an amateur, to them. So it was late and they had been shot at. And them deer were hiding down, feeding at night in the moonlight, and bedding out in the day. We walked all the way up to old Jefferson Notch, plumb up to Mount Washington. Had, it was about six inches of snow on the ground, good tracking weather; never even seen one track.
He said, "What do you think, Billy?"

L-181 I said, "There you all scared them all out of here, them old machine guns you're shooting."

L-182   And so we went on. After a while, about eleven o'clock. We always carried a--a little one of those thermos bottles full of hot chocolate. It's if you get hurt, or something another, that's stimulation, and a sandwich. So it was about eleven or eleven-thirty, I suppose, we come to an opening about the size of this arena here, or this building, and no timber. So he just kind of set down, set his rifle up against a tree, started reaching back here. And I thought he was going back to get his--to get his thermos bottle. I thought, "Well, we'll eat."

L-183 Usually we get up the top of the mountain and eat, and one go one way and one another, and come back. And we knowed the way around, good. And if we got a deer, we just hung it up, and then we know, went and helped each other get them in. So I thought he was just going to eat his lunch, and we'd part, 'cause it was almost up to timberline. So I...


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