Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1886-04-30
SAM JONES' ONLY RIVAL.

We have all heard OF the song,
"There is a New Coon in Town.
and there will be nothing startling
in the statement that there is
new evangelist in the country.
His name is "Lampasas Jake" and
he is described as ga cowboy
reviyalist.n He breaches in frontier
saloons, beginning with describing
his own remarkable "cOnversion,"
and then proceeds to his call for
the uncOnyerted. A letter from
New Mexico describes Jake's do
ings as follows:
sake breaches nothing but re-
pentance and salvation. He lives
off the country, he says. lie takes
up no collections and asks few IA
yOrs. He goes well armed and
never lays aside his weapons, even
when preaching. He has fights
frequently and hesometimes brings
men to repentance by main strength.
Whenever he finds three or four
cowboys, gamblers, rustlers or adj
venturers he begins his services.
"Going into one Of the hardest
of the numerous hard saloons in
this place the ether night Jake
mounted chair and commanded
silence. The games and the drink
ing came to an end and about twen-
ty men young and old, looked up.
One fellow undertook to edge out,
but Jake stopped him.
"No, you don't MISTER" he said
pointing his finger at him. "No,
you don't. When you get to hell
you'll have chances enough to como
a sneak on somebody, but you
don't do it here" Then, straight
ening himself up, he yelled in a
voice that made things creak:
GLOW many of you's ready to die
now with your boots on! Where'd
you be to breakfast ? Don't any OF
you drunken, swearing, fighting,
blaspheming, gambling thieving,
tn.horn, cOilin.paint exterminating
galloots look at me ugly because
know We. I've been through the
drive. You're all in your sins.
You know a fat, well-fed, well-cared
for, thoroughly.branded steer when
you see one and you can tell whose
il IS and where it belongs. There's
a man that owns il. There's a
place for it to 90. There's law
to protect it. But the maverick
whose is thatl You're all mavericks
and worse. The maverick has no
brand on him. He goes bellering
about until somebody takes him in
aud clasps the branding-iron on
him. Bat you whelps, you've got
the devils brand on you. He let's
YOU have rope now, but he'll haul
YOU in when he wants fire-wo0d.
"'Some of you can feel the lariet
now and all you old whiskey tubs
here now can smell the fire. I'll
bet you $40 yon would give some.
thing now to know that you would
not get cooked. I'll bet you Sl00I
can tell you how to escape. just
You get down on. your knees here
now and yell. That's right; all Of
YOU down. Won't do it, ELI : Well,
you will get down. That's right.
Now, you yell. Cry out for help
like a Texas steer in snow belly
deep.
"'YOu're a nice lot of rufiians,
amt you? You'd look nice gallivat-
ING about in heaven, wouldn't youf
wouldn't hell itself turn pale fit
saw you comingl You can get
yourselves in condition. You can
make your hides slick. There is
the grass of salvation that is green
all the year round. You can eat Of
it and You'll make flesh from the
word 90. You can refuse it aud
you'll grow poor and miserable till
Your hides will flap on your bones
like a bed quilt OH ridge pole.'"