Arizona republican., 1899-02-20

| patchwork of sky, and let the sunlight fall aslant the board seats and the log cabin church. Songs like:
 Dah wah man, he name wah Lot;
 Dat's j:st what de Good Book say. He habe a wife, an a daughter got;
 Bats jist what he Good book say. He wife she balk an make halt, i An de Lawd He turned her into salt;
 O, dat's what de Good Book say go ringing through the brain ever af- i ter, and through a maze of melodious discord comes the vigorous chorus: Oats jist what da Good Book say, it
 am;
 Yes, dat's what de Good Book say. Jis read it fro, you'll fin it true i lis what de Good Book say.
 Then with scarcely a breath Of inter mission comes another verse accom- panied by holding heads and swaying | bodies, working the Worshippers into proper warmth:
 | or Adam he wah de fus built man,
 Oats jis what de Coed Book say. An Ebe came nex' an sin began. Oats what de Good Book say. Ebe bit de apple clean in two A berry wicked fing for Ebe to do; But dat's what de Good Book say, it am.
 Then with an energy almost frenzy they repeat the chorus, while the preacher, violently heating the rail With his book, gyrate5 over the loose blanks of the improvised rostrum, while his glasses hang on the end of his nose.
 It is not yet time for the sermon, as mules, horses, oxen, and foot travellers are yet arriVing on the outskirts, hedg- ing the great mass around with 9 curi- ous medley of wagons in all stages Of collapse, some with two wheels, some with four; some with patches of cot ten; telling of recent transportation of 8 new bale; some covered, most of them not; and besides, a curious col lection of discarded white folks shavs, from a jaunty jumper to numbering family coach with tales of recOnst~u uc- tion showing all over it.
 4 few handshakes and they break 1n- to another f2yITite song, accompanied by various high treble voices with ever- changing vibrations:
 o, I long fuh to reach dat heavnly sho', To meet ole Peter, standin' at de dOO'. He say to me, 70, how does yo' do? Come set right yondah in de gOTen
 pew,
 Fo' de good co1o'd people, da goes clean
 frOO
 Tjo dip in de golen sea
 As arms wave and bodies sway, the brethren join in with:
 Den dip me! Bave me,
 lSisltahs yo' an me;
 Come git in de boat, kase we's all
 gWinter float
 Fo' to dip in de gol'en sea.
 This quaint air is having it's desired effect. It is a promise of heaven, and hey hang to the last ''sea" until way Icwn front a sister thrills them to jcin n:
 Good MT Jesus a-settin' in de prov, Come all yo' niggahs an make yC' bow. ), 1 looks down on dis worl' below, An watch de white trash shubblin' While angel fishes nip my toe,
 While dig ill de goPen sea.
 The song has had it's effect, and the crowd is a seething, moving mass of passion and excitement The minister takes this opportunity tc picture to them the tortures of the rich man in hell, down in the lowest depth of tor tu-e, hisSing on a gridir0n with bright flames licking about him, devil with a tail of flames and eyes burning coals, who keeps the sparks flying. Pure water in sight, the sound of it's rushing in his ears, but never a drop to quench his thirst The sigh of breezes as they bend the far distant trees of paradise, but never 9 breath on his scorching body. Torture, torture, terrible, awful, everlasting. Torture from the bears in the woods who tore the children limb from limb, and now send the pick aninnies' eyes rolling to the brush heaps around them. Torture of Cain when he saw the bloody corpse of Abel in the pit. Torture, never ending Short snatches of song break from the excited lips, but the minister is in spired, and never stops. An excited sister jumps into the back of anOth- CTS dress and tears it from the belt. This brings on an unexpected awaken ing, and a scuffie with more temper than religion in it ensues, but it all gees into the service. A stout negro sings cut his excited Good LGwd ccme," and falls on the neck of the sis ter next to him. Never mind, it is all in the service. The little negroes be- ccme frightened and shriek and cry, while older ones get into lively tussles. | The minister keeps on with his burn ing oration, stooping, jumping, swing ing his whole body in an excited ef- fort to impress the picture.
 A voice of weird intOnation falls on the ear, so in keeping with the picture | that others fall in: o! hell it murn, an hell it bake, Hells fuh t keep de sinner wake; Hits fuh de bruddah what's soul am
 white,
 Hits fuh de bruGdah what steals in de
 might;
 Hits fun de rich, an hits fuh de poo, Hits fuh de white trash here below Its dozens of lines chanted in monot- onous tones are interspersed with sighs | and groans as the picture grows more vivid.
 The lew chant bursts into loud melo- dies until the mass of blacks are 2