Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-09-13

THE OLD FARM HOUSE.
Fruit was, as We all know, a failure this year,
and we had to skrmish in n rather lively man.
ner to get any; but by dint of raids upon our
own and neiShboring orchards we managed to
secure reasonable supply. Then there was
the river. with the ncatest and swiftest of row.
boats and sailboats. and we fished and Grabbed
to our hearts content-gaining thereby in n
short time fine mahogany color, which
though good enough colors 60 10 not the
most becoming OF hues.
CAMP MEETING SCENE.
Then were the drives about tho picturesque
hills and dales of old Anne Arundel county,
which afforded excellent amusement and health
giving exercise. Three miles from our country
home (called Terrace Farm') fourishlng
''colored' camp meeting was in full blast and
OF course came in for its full share of our at
tention. One lovely moonlight night we set
forth IN the light wagons merry party well
armed with coppers and nickels for the collec-
ton box or hat" which is sure TO be passed
around among the audience time and again
until the managers have obtained q certain
fixed sum. and the white visitors are never
neglected In its numerous perambulations
The haring torches which lit mp the camp soon
came into view and our road was thronged
with many couples and groups of dusky trnv-
elers, ell bound for the same goal At the
stands at the gate we supplied ourselves with
peanuts and peppermint candy. and thus pro-
visioned sought good position to see and
hear.
''Br'er Joe Henry" was to preach. and his
subject was; we are workers with the Lord"
Most eloquently did Brother Henry discourse
upon these words and their meaning Begin
nlng soft and low $50 softly, indeed that we
could barely catch his words) his voice soon
gained in force and volume until il rang and
Numbered through the leafy aisles. and his
whole body seemed TO swell and expand with
the big thoughts which impelled his willing
tongue. His whisper rose to a shout; his long
arms flew around the pulpit faster and faster
his eyes rolled wildly, and the great big
words numbered forth with impressive grand
eur his audience expressed audibly their
hearty approval and entire constituent with
the preachers exposition.
I'VE are workers In the vineyard OF de
Lawd. said Brother Henry. I'VE are work
ers wild de Lawd; an de Lawd paws good wages
and pays EN- suah.' (''Dat's SOL SAYS feeling
voice; and the preacher, to whom these run
ming comments on his sermons are things of
course, goes on without pause.)
He pays in golden streets to walk in. in
golden harps to play and in necty an amblosia
TO eat. (ies. indeedy, Cum on. sarD We Will
walk IN de golden streets (Um-m- m, Um-m-mD y;
well play on de golden harps, Bless de Lawd);
well cat de necty an amblosia Yes. indeedy!);
II We II only work for de l-awd an wild de
Lawd. Praise dc Lawd. honeyy Nv heels is
on &c yearth. but my head is in heaven (Um-
m-m-m!) an see all de planets an stars a
cireumamuratin aroun dis globe, tell YOU.
breieren, de Lawd 'spects us to work for him il
We spects TO git our pay. (Haleluiah,''
Ana SO on and 50 on. When the sermon was
finished the hat was passed in order that
Brother Henry might get his pay, and when
this satisfactory result had been attained the
prayer meeting began. All was dead silence
Tor snort time; then from somewhere near
the pulpit began a measured solemn chant.
which soon swelied into loud acclaim, and the
Penltents wrIthed and rolled and PRAYED in
shrlii accents Tor divine help to come TO de
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