The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1885-09-05

closed eyes, more bobs of the head. and
more drumming on the table. Then she
broke loose in words again:
Come, all yo' couo'd sinners,
An go along wild ne;
Wen eir-cunveut OF SATAN
Hen have to let us bel"
did you ever go to colored camp
meetingp' inquired my companion. OF
course ] never had, and so | told him at
which confession he told me had lost
a whole chapter out of my life.
''The most fun | ever had in my life
was at colored camp meeting" con-
fessed my friend. l saw that he was
loaded" and so settled down to my
fate.
There were lot of us Youngsters
who, one moonlight night resolved to
attend. the camp services. Such preach
ing. such singing and such praying were
never heard anywhere only at similar
service. | remember one big chap who
seemed to be a leader. They called him
brother POmp Perkins. ! thought he
was going to pray few of the biggest
stars right plum down from the Sky.
All Of us were affected. Finally, along
about midnight, the praying ceased, the
singing sisters succumbed TO the powers
of tired nature, and the camp was soon
as silent as the grave. Finally the si-
lence was broken in different parts of
the camp by loud and unqualified snor-
ing. Every mothers son and daughter
of them was in the land of dreams.
About twenty of the leaders, including
Pomp Perkins, slept on platform
which was covered with shingle roof. 1
Silently us boys stole up-there were
ten OF us-we surrounded the cover, a
slight whistle was the signal, and that
roof slowly arose in the air, and we
walked away with it and set it down |.
about ten rods from where it originally |
rested. Then we hid ourselves and |
waited for developments.
In about twenty minutes a small |
black cloud, no bigger than a mans
hand, scudded across the sky. 1t didn't |
hide the moon, but it shed a few great
big drops of rain. As the raindrops fell |
upon the faces Of the slumbering deacons
and bishops and other clerical dignitaries
who slept upon the platform, one by one |
of them stirred uneasily, tried to brush
off an imaginary bug, and then awoke. |
For a moment all was still. Pretty soon
one of the brothers nudged his compan-
ion-I could feel him nudge-and he
hoarsely whispered:
Brudder Jones, am YOU awaken
Yes, brudder Huckleberry, an fo'
de life O. me | can't make out what am
de matter
Then others of them awoke. They
began comparing notes. They finally
decided that they were at camp meeting;
that they had not been drinking; that
they went to sleep beneath roof, and
now it was gone. AS soon as all of these
conditions were thoroughly settled in
their minds, brother Pomp Perkins
brought yell that must have awakened
The slumbers of the old boy himself
Didn't / pray de good Lawd to show
US sign that He was really heah
and was de ruler of de heaven and de
leasth? An He's done i'll Halleluiahp
The rest of the brothers caught the
spirit. The good sisters heard of the
Divine manifestation, the miracle, and
such shouting and praising, and singing
we're never heard before nor since. Us
boys laid back in the bushes and took
n the whole situation, and my sides
Iched for days and days aftelward. 1t
vas the first miracle eyer saw wrought,
'ut 1t was not the last by any manner of
MEANS"
But more strains from the kitchen in
errupted my friend, who held his peace
nd listened to the goat-colored angel,
Who warbled: