Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1879-09-27
A NEGROCAMP-MEETING

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Brother Hinton's sermons are models il
their way. He gave out the text from
the fourth chapter of the book of St
Mark and the third verse, which reads
"Hearken behold, there went out u SOW
er ito SOW" The young white people
laughed at his pronunciation of the words
which made the text, "Hark nud beh6l'
dare went out u saw to saw The DOM
inie is sensitive. He paused and said: 81
ain astonished in dis yer Bible lam to find
de Bible not at all 'spected. l SEQ before
me, a-laughin' and a-whisperin', young
upon their eddications, and yet dey came
here to 'spose deir ignunce. Please don't
IN Ike me any mo- trubbe. Eff you want
to go a-courtin', go home an do it, 1t
weXes me-"
81 think" the preacher went on, ode
mos animated thing in the Bible was
when dc three 'postles dropped deir nets
and flowed Jesus 'thout asking him how
much wages he could ford to pay! Acks-
hclly lef' deir father Zebedcc and de hired
man and didn't know what dey was agoin'
to git. Many oh you no doubt has read
DR.. Watson's Bible Theology Dictionary
| have studied an mllsed ober it m yo'
| mus recl1leck de man whose robes was so
spotless dat he could shed sin an it
couldn't touch him. He lef eberthing and
| followed Jesus. Show me man what'll
do that au' I'll turn 'roun' am show YOU
an homes man! If Gods imparshil, you
say, why is some saved an som g damned?
It's yo' own fault! Yo' stiffuned yo' neck
an harden yo' heart an said yo' wont
hab him. Yo' don't al-supposcd- he's
agoin' to git down-ah an haul you up-ah
by de hair oh yo' head-ah, does yo'9 No!
faint logic-an' what aint logic aint to
be depended on"
The dominic may not have intended to
finish his sermon so suddenly, but one of
the women III the singers seat "got the
power" suddenly and sent her shrill fal-
setto voice ringing through the grove:
Oh, didn't ole Pharao,: git los,
Git los, git los 2
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los,
In de Red sea!
Moses smote the waters and the children
all passed over
Moses smote the sea and the sea gave way.
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los,
Git los, git los
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los,
In dc Red sea ?
Down came a raging Pharaoh, that you
might plainly see.
Ole Pharaoh and his host got los
In de Red sea.
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los?
Git los, git los
Oh, didn't ole Pharaoh git los
In de Red sea?
Out of the middle of this chorus at its
last repetition, there grew very mysteri-
"usly another totally different song, as
one picture succeeds another in what are
called ''dissolving views" A very inter-
estinG rugGle ensued between the |
friends of the first song, who had many |
verses left unsung, and the singers in the
back seats, who had all things against |
their effort to start the new tune, except |
their strong lungs and loud voices, and |
these carried them to victory and gained |
the adoption of that old-time f;lvorite:
Meet me at the gatll'ring-
Will you meet me ut the gatlrings
Will you meet mo at the gatl'ring?
Will you meet me at the gath 'ringY
L IL I1ccU Nou OH
Brother sees Il mote in his brothers eye,
But can't see the bean in his own.
You go home, sweep out your door,
AM leave yo' brother alone.
Will you meet me at the gath'ring
I'll meet you Oh that day.
They said that John the Baptis' was
NOthin' but u Jew;
The word Of God informed us
He was Il preacher, too.
Will you meet me at the gath'ring?
I'll meet you on that day.
The next song had rollicking minstrel
tune and chorus:
Oh, what q hebben belong to!
Oh. what u hebben l belong to!
Oh, what a hebben I belong to!
l belong to the Union band.
There was tho usual little interruption,
plainly put about ''litting de ham oh op-
pcrshun from otfin de church," which was
followed by the tour of the elders behind
ttcir baskets and the rattle Of silver and
coppers that accompanied them. The
last song, not counting several that
Brother Hinton called ''Sankey Moody
cause the white people were familiar
with it:
DON'T, don't, don't yer git weary;
Dou't, don't, don't yer git weary;
Oh-h! don't, don't, don't yer git weary
Waitin' on de Lord.
Keep yo' shoes upon yo' feet,
Den you shall walk do golden street,
Don't, don't, don't yer git weary.
What kline of shoes does de angels wear,
Dat dey can walk upou de air?
Don't, DON'T, don't yer sit weary.
Debbils mad N am glad.
He los de soul he fought he had,
DON'T, don't, don't yer git weary.
/ remember the day, rccllccll it we'll,