The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-02-13
A Georgia Camp-Meeting.
Brother Cole Says the Primitive Baptists
Turned Him Out Because He Would
Not Wash Brother QuaddIe-
baum's Feet.
Betsy Hamilton in AtLanto Constitution.

Betsy Hamilton in Atlanta Constitution.
The house was crammed full, men
folks all settin on one side, and women
folks on t'other. The arbor was full
too, and part of the people was walkin'
about under the trees, talkin' and eatin'
ginger cakes and apples, and drinkin'
water. You see string of folks from
the arbor to the spring all day, women
totin' babies in their arms, and jerkin'
the two year old along by the hand,
and squawlin' loud enough to skeer
the screech owls. A passel of bad boys
was thar from town to get their dinner,
and make fun of the crowd. They sot
on the bench afore us, with them torn
down Owl Hollow boys, and they whis-
pered, and snickered, and laughed, and
chawed and spit terbacker, and whitfield
on the benches, and writ in the hime
hoobe, onA newer haorn a uord the.
preacher said. Brother Cole riz to the
stand, tall, high cheek boned, lean,
lank, hungry lookin' man, and his
clothes fit him about like sheet fits a
bush when its flung over it to dry. He
don't take no text, nor say no scrip
ture; he jist relates tuchin' little sar-
cumstances that sets the women folks to
shoutin' and the babies all to yellin'
and that's what makes pap call it dis
tracted' meetin'
He tuck his red cotton Handkerchief
out of his hat and wiped the sweat off'n
his face, unfastened his shirt collar, and
flung off his coat like he was gwine to
maui and split rails, cleared his throat
and lowed: 'Brothering and sistering,
you keen see by the way old Blaze out
thar is pantin' that I've rid long ways
to discourse to you to-day-ar; and as
| am belated, l will pitch right in with
out proceedin'. l thank my stars my
head amt upsot with no sort of book
larnin'-ar. 1 don't have to go to the
dictionary to get my text-ar. l amt
none of your high-larnt, stuck-up sort
ar. amt never been to the city of
Maine nor the State of New Orleans
ar, and / don't waste any time run
min arter none of your big rich folks
ar. Why, my beloved brethering, eff
Jay Gould hissef was in mild of here,
| wouldn't git on my Glitter and 60 and
see him-ar. If he wanted to see me,
he'd had to come to me-ar. Brother
ing, you may not believe it, but
wouldn't turn on my heel to see the
President hisself-ar. l thank my stars
l amt none OF your h1gh-larnt heretices
ar. Brethering, thar amt but one
kind of ticks know anything about
ar, and that is seed ticks-ar, and eff
you don't look out, bretherlng, you'll
get more of them right here in these
woodS-ar, than you ken scratch off in
a week-ar. l thank my stars l don't
belong to any denomination-ar.
jined the Primitive Baptists, but they
turned me out bekase refused to wash
Brother Quaddlebum's feet; and I'll
leave it to any man in the congregation
that knows Brother Quaddlehnm eff L
amt justifable-ar; and the man that
thinks l amt l am plum willin to turn
the job over to him-ar.' He spit on
the floor and rubbed his foot over it,
and preached on louder than ever. Old
Miss Cass sot in to shoutin, and that
started t'others, and the louder he
preached the louder they shouted, and
the louder the babies yelled, and the
dogs barked. 1t skeered the ridin'
critters, and some of 'em got loose, and
when meetin' broke for dinner l was
crvin' turrihle and didn't know If 'tel
Saleny lows, Betsy, what ails you1'