The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-06-04

PEARSON Donlow, that is Just what we
have made up our minds to Ga nd at
that Parsop Donlow he shouts: Praise
the LORD T and Deacon yVilburts hOl-I
lers .Ame1i' while Squire NIunson he
let out his ringin' Hallelujah! n, !
Il, I. Havln' ollPa'lninds made up to it,
Ezekial and me we kneeled down on
the mourners' bench, end there was
soon great many more with us, for.
Pal.son Donlow he jest let himself out:
an preached his best, sort o. usin' me
an Ezekial for his text; and the loud
amens and the ringin' hallelujahs was
heard all the while. You never heard.
such a time, for they don't have such
times nowadays.
But amt comm to the pint. The:
nleetin' was at white heat, you might
say. and everybody who had expert
enced salvation was a-shoutin' and
a-singin', when all of a suddint some
thin happened. Deacon Donlow he
was a-prayin', and it seemed as if he
had laid hold upon the very battle.
ments of the heavenly city. He was
pleadin for more and more of the,
power, though, for the life Of me,
couldn't see what was to become OF us
/ if we got any fuller than we was then
sLet me see the real Pentecosta1
fres!' he shouted. Let me hear the
rushin' sound from heaven, and feel
But that was as fur as he got. for just
pened. That little old log meetin'
And it kept right on lnoyin'.s 1t was a
jerky, thumpy, rockin' motion as
though it was shook up by some
mighty heavin' of the ground itself. S5#
IF there had been shoutin' before.
it wasn't to be compared to the shout
in there was then. You couldn't hear
for the noise they made. Praise. the
Lord!' cried good, old Parson Donlow.
'Amenv shouted Deacon Wilburt, and
'Hallelujah!' rang out Squire Nun
sons voice. But Fzel1ial he just jumps
up a-gaspin'- Them oxen! and he.
made for the door Just as fast as ever.
he could. But the door had got damned
SOS it couldn't be opened. ii
'sAnd there we all was. in that rock
in and tremblin' little old log meetin'
house, amidst the shoutin' and the
singin'; and the mourners' benefit
wasn't half big enough to accommo-
date the student demand for places.
And still that jerky, thumpy, rockin'
motion kept on till the people they be-
gan to get frightened half out of their
with. The women screamed and the
children cried, till at last Deacon Will
burt, more or less scarf hinself-and
guess twas more--he jumps on to a
seat and hollers: Enough! enough!
Oh, stay thy hand'-and just then.
there comes an extra hard thump, and
the deacon went sprawlin', heels over
head, into the crowd around the
mourners' bench, and the motion
stopped as suddenly as it had begun
That last jolt loosened the door, too,
and Ezekial he rushed out, all the rest
ra-follerin him. and. bless me, If Parson
Donlow's little old log meetin' house
wasn't clear down to the foot Of jim
sons Hill! You see, EZekial had
chained them oxen fast to the bottom
log at the back of the buildin', never
once thinllin' the'd walk off with it,
and the shoutin' must hev started 'em.
."Now, I kin never fergit oxen, not
the longest day ever live, an Special
ly them oxen of Ezekiais. Ezekial he
has gone to his reward, and I konw
that I must follow him soon He
fought the good fight, and won the
crown, and / know that shall meet
him on that bright shore beyond the
swellin' tide; and-I s'spose it's foolish
but somehow I; fancy it's Just posi-
bic I'll find them oxen there, too. st,
Louis Globe-Democrat