The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-20
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markable agility for an old man. By this time the entire congregation was shouting. IL was pandemonium 1t was worse than that. The old man went around among the negroes, intoxicated with an excitement which he at the time firmly believed was religion. l. was ~ith difficulty that stole away. Black and blue in many places from the brotherly thumps and punches l had received, l washed myself and wen; to bed.
 Next morning was awakened by my fathers voice. He sat in an adjoining room singing. When entered the room he sad
 l" John, have experienced a change of heart. Yos ought to have been al church last night. We had the d-dest ,ime-that is. mean we had h-ll Of time. don't mean that either. mean that l professed religion ana shouted like church member.
 "I wen, to bed very carly replied. or should have been present. By the way had a curious dream. l dreamed that a negro came 10 me and told me that you were going to give meihe black horse. told him that didn't believe 1t, and thought he took out promise, signed by you. tha, the horse should be mine. put the paper in my pocket, l thought whats this. By George, father, here IS the identical paper
 The old man examined the paper and wAs speeches. with aniazement. His eyes shone with strange light, and put ting his arm ar round me. he said:
 john, my dear boy, the horse is yours. Your poor mother wanted that horse before she hut l Ma.ldnG l even let her claim him. Take him and do what you will with him. John, you ought to experience change; you arc getting old enough now 10 behave your self You've been raising h-ll for-l mean the mischief-for number oi years, and want you to quit. Go ofi some where and pray. When you haven't got anything else to do, pray. Pray all the time, for the fires of the other world are hotter than the little blazes ot this miserable earth
 The old man seemed changed. His entire nature seemed 10 be altered. He read the Bible assiduously and finally announced his intention of becoming a preacher. He was accepted by the con ference and secured an appointment. He did very effective work, and people all over the country were converted under the sound of his voice.
 One day entered nay fathers room and found the old gentleman boring over my old volume of sermons Near his chair lay my old wig and whiskers.
 This sermon seems strangely familiar to me and he looked at me significant | ly. These whiskers, too, seem familiar They remind me of the old negro preach i CT ~ho came here some time ago and under whose almost magic power expe- rienced that change which finally caused me to seriously contemplate change of lite and an adoption of the ministry as my profession. Do you suppose the old negro wrote this book:' and the old mans eyes t~inkled. Another mans name Is on the title page. Let's see. it IS credited to Peter Cartwright. Wonder how the old fellow managed 10 get his whiskers of in this manner v
 T had learned to respect the old man IS preacher. for knew him 10 be sim cerc. Overwhelmed with shame, drop- ped on my knees and made a confession
 Al right. John,' he said. I, was sacreligious. but it accomplished much good. am none the less preacher. and wha, have felt and the work have done since entering the ministry. Is <e n more than a million horses