The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1900-07-23
CAN CR|MPS
Be SAVED?
Lewis and Turks Souls
Wanted.
EVANGEL|ST'S ADDRESS
McComb Talked to Sailors on the
Sin Of Shanghaing Last
Night.

j. Leslie McComb, evangelist, friend of
sailors and the sworn enemy of the
crimps, held spell-bound a hundred
seq by his fiery eloquence at the Joyful
News Mission, corner of King and Nuu-
anu streets, last evening.
Every seat in the well-lghted, we'll
ventilated little hall was taken, seamen
and citizens clustered round the door
each man hung upon the laundering
words of the impassioned speaker. The
words told. The sailors grew excited.
They were enthusiastic and when the tall
Scotsman waved his arms at the end of
a particular burning burst of oratory and
crimps driven out of town, throw up your
hands, every right hand in the room was
raised high and further words on the part
of the speaker were drowned in tumul-
tuous applause
1t had been previously announced that
Mr.. McComb would address the meeting
with particular reference to crimps, and
sailors fiocked to the hall with a look of
expectation on their faces and expecting
to hear Lewis and Turks names mention
ed specifically.
McComb says that he has absolutely
nothing against Lewis and Turk person
ally, but that the reason of his fight from
the platform against the crimps is that
| he is engaged in religious work among
| the sailors, that he is friend of the
sailors, and that the sailors have come
4 A. tIrf.- lxrfEy
/ in their troubles on the waterfront.
They were certainly a respectable-look-
| ing class of seamen present at the meet
| ing lastevening and they appeared
really anxious to be informed on the
subject and glad to find friend in one
| whom they seem to repose great conf
dence in and who apparently is we'll in
| formed on the matter of which he
| speaks.
PRAYERS, readings from the Bible and
songs of praise preceded the address OF
the evening. Before McComb began on
his text he said, looking directly at sever
al friends of the crimps who were sitting
close to the platform: II may say some
things before I get through which will
make some of you feel pretty uncomfort-
able That cannot be helped, however
We are in this fight to stay and will not
cease our efforts to do away with the me-
faricus traffic in human flesh until the
awful business is put an end to-
Taking for his text the 9th, 10th and
18th verses of the 4th chapter of Genesis
the story of the murder of Abel. and
DIV cling on the words, Am / my broth.
er's keeperg'' the speaker said ins part:
1--WE have here the story of the frs
murder. Cain sleeps his hands in the
blood of his brother and when the Lore
inquiries for Abel, Cain answers, L know
not: am | my brothers keeper Cair
was foolish enough to believe that hi
could hide his crime from the eyes of God
but he is soon undeceived when the Lore
says unto him, What hast thou done
And Cain stands convicted, a trembling
wretch doomed to perpetual banishmen
from the presence of the Lord.
II think that we can draw some strik
ing lessons from this recital in relation
to our subject in consideration this even
ing.
] LAS you are aware, the respectable
press of this city has for several months
been carrying on a crusade against tn
crimps, so-called men who engage il
the inhuman trade of practically buy
ing and selling their fellow-men. Yol
all know the fellows | refer to, yet
Will repeat to you their names. The.
are Turk and Lewis. l know whereo
L speak and / will speak in the plain
est Anglo Saxon, so. that all may un
derstand. | am now referring directl.
to Turk and Lewis and their villainou
gang of crimps who infest the water
front of this beautiful city. And / Civ
notice here and now that we shall neve
rest until, with the aid of an outrage
public sentiment and fearless press
this mob are compelled to seek othe
fields and fresh pastures. The wick
ed flee when no man pursueth, bu
they make much better time whe
somebody is after them. and we pro
pose to follow them until their occupa
) ton is gone.
Am / my brothers keeper ask tn
. sleek and well-fed leeches who fatte
on the blood of their fellows and wit
/ looks of injured innocence and piou
( resignation. they will answer in dulce
tones. On, yes; for once they get in on
D clutches they never escape till we hav
} consigned them safely to the forecast
\ of some deep-water hell.
The crimpS are the meanest an
Z most pitiless ours that ever walked tn
! face of the earth. / would not let thei
y shadows even fall upon me- You me
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