The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-03-13

Gran. on all unworldlinesses; but you mint
gulne hear ne preacher hero tech on pnssOnal
4 WriinEied old follow has gone outside to tho
assistance q q So%i u Locking ,9ss woman who
lone count uni Hit must DO HustratiP TO keep
'H"Mos count um, Brudder GrconI / Ami, no
aftsr. do war, en- my Miss Molly don6 my coun'
wen, my young marstor. Earn mo to count
befo' do war end, so l kin take care dc business
y waSn c Si III. Stand 9iS in stiH | Z ', eoun ao n army nj
''T'anky, Brudcr Grccn. Stan still, you chill
i s%2 s %S @S E i slsrt oG "a ai so %Ur SGSi Miss Msei MiSily
Rose, dat you is got ton chillun. 50 days got
to be ten, some way or nnddcr."
or Green announces that there arc nine children
and a little boy WHO jumps around 30 that no
what j gwine dor asks tho mother, in. deep
distress. Great tears roll down her fat black
checks, and claim the mans sincercst pity.
lie examines the group'again-strong, woll.fed
children. five Of them splendid hands to chop
inc mild mouth and soft eyes of tho willing
drudge, and makes an inspired decision.
ru l.. reckon oSdT as you, 1bl hSye to on gimme Sn s6 de s ,SoD,1 SCrs
S Soy dor 'r stan! still hOG %'rs %aGt lie ie'' make sSR; i ten.
Law, Brudder Green, - she exclaime, in
tenscly relieved as TO hor, family, and perhaps
complishod a SUI but amt We too ole Z 10 ait
Sister Nelson. dero ia you en- all your chill.
gwine count um TO youl En- hero is me, liyin'
In do little cabin what want n woman mighty
ole lad, de last summer. Fl dis amt a i match
made in,heaven, den Use a fool en- a. 'goramus."
The allusion to heaven settles tho business.
and before luncheon they are united by n friend
y preacher. who knows tho richness Of Sister
Nelson's hampers
But his hearers are becoming impatient for their
luncheon, and pretend TO think that ho has end.
sa; tbeir oSn ,f tslSm a5S sGm rsde saints VINO must
have been redeem, l have been redeem.
Ihaye been wash in de blood Of de Lamb;
Hook at my hand. my hand look new,
wonder to my Lord cf my soul is, too.
~when 1 was q sinner. Jest like you,
stay In the field. / stay In de field.
Amt stop prayin' tel I come through.
En- been wash in de blood Of de Lamb.
1have been wash In dat beautiful pool.
Been wash In dat beautiful pool;
Ihave drink from de fount dat run dry.
Have been to de river en- been baptize.
Been ash in dat beautiful pool.
As 1t is the last hymn. Russia Korn and Miss
kissie Wilson throw into it their whole, souls.
Without an hours training. without:the knowl-
. edge OF a single note. their voices rise 80 glori-
Sis yw pTro e and tr me r 1eS' an ade D sp%mG %, Snss
to fill the soft and. scented air.
Last Of all comes the passover, which is eaten
the scriptural example as they, in their peculiar
way. interpret it. According to them. unleav-
ened bread is ION. 'leven," that is, not eleven,
so that their biscuits, cookies. and tiny pats of
corn bread are arranged on the white cloths in
picturesque piles of any number above or be-
low eleven. To accommodate strangers, who
are forbidden to partake, there are other piles
OF their choicest cookery, containing exactly
eleven. Crockery is exceedingly scarce, but
there are plenty of gourds and banana leaves.
artistic settings for the chicken pies. baked
'possums. roast 'coons, barbecued pigs, wild
honey, and cold fried swee. potatoes. Corn
coffee, orange leaf tea. and moss beer are plenti-
full. while here and there may be detected the
aroma of corn whiskey that has no acquaint.
8nce with the Revenue Bureau.