The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-10-20
Cross-Cul Religion.

The Westinghouse Of the Lick
skillit District was crowded. The
preacher, old Noah, with his grizz-
ly beard and head half white, like
a cotton field when the bolls are
just opening, sat in the pulpit sur
veying his congregation in that %
culiar waywhich has ever charac-
terized the colored preacher. A
spontaneous hymn arose, and when
the melody had ceased the preach
err arose and said, Let us engage
in prar.' The congregation kneel-
ed, even young like, the preachers
son, who had just come from down
to the spring, where he had been
trying to swap mules with one of
the deacons.
sob, Lord" began the preacher,
we 'semble in dis house OBJ wor-
ship to thank thee for the many
blessings of de past, an ak dat yer
would sprinkle our Ian wild a leetle.
noah rain. We must hab q show
er 'twixt dis an Saturday night,
ease, Lord, we'se needin' OBJ hit
Amen
Just as the preacher arose there
was a stir in the rear end of the
house. "A tall colored man, follow
ed by several parties as intensely
coIored as himself, filed down the
aisle. Come up ter de STAN Bro.
Robinson for he recognized the
preacher of the Blacksnort district.
4 don't want to come up ter yer
stan',' said Robinson.
Whats de matter wild yer, sahr
exclaimed old Noah. whats all
en- OBJ yer?'
Tuther day l sent yer q note,
akin yer to stop prayin' fur rain,'
remarked Robinson, with empha-
sis. Our cotton is sufferin' fursu
shine. We'se had noah rain den
we wants, an heah your goes akin
fur noah
I'VE hain't had no rain, sab, an
| tens ter pray fur it until it do
Gomez
is yer tryin' to drown us out?'
No, but wants 'nough rain,'
Il understands your game brud-
der Noah. You sees dat rain is
putin us in de grass. You know
dat hit it is to to the worldly intrust
to keep us dar. Yerwants de Lord
ter drown us out, so dat your con
gregation will get de heels of us in
de market. De Lord at dis season
OBJ de year has got so much busin-
ess to attend to dat he amt a mott
Gin how much rain is a fallin.'-
You keep sendin' up your prars,
an he keeps a pullin' de string: l
wants yer to stop hit. Does yer
heah, Brudder Noah?'
4 heah, but is mighty loft about
hark'nin. We wants rain, we does.
We prays, and eff de Lord grabs q
hold OBJ de wrong string it faint no
fault OBJ ours
well, came heah prepared for
let up orafght. Sich foolishness
as you send up is enough ter get de
Lord so tangled dat he can't git
himself straight fora yeah. You'll
put de sun in de clips
do what wild de SUM-"
@Put hit in de clips
well, eff dat doan beat any mis-
take l ever heard niger make.
No wonder de Lord won't pay no
'tention to YER
What would you say?'
why, de reclipse.
Oats all right, but dc fact / want
settled is dis: Is yer gwine ter
stop?'
No, l isn't
Den we mixes WOOL
Mr.. Robinson sprang toward the
pulpit. Noah sprang to meet him,
The widest confusion prevailed
The two men grappled, and the
deacons gathered around.
'Gimmy de plantation grip ex-
claimed Noah, while Mr.. Robinson
voclterated cut yer capers, cut
yer capersp Finally Robinson fell,
Noah mounted him, choked him
into obedience and raising himself
up, exclaimed; Let us pray again,
Brudder Johnson, git down dar.'-
The preachers have become friends.
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