The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1904-10-19

big group of faces, all bright, half
smiling, motionless, and looking
like primary class in school, when
the teacher is telling a story and
the bear hot breath is blowing on
the back of the neck of the fleeing
man. One of the most interesting
things at the meeting is to watch
the interest of every person in the
congregation.
Last evening they were thorough
| ~ entertained as we'll as edited.
The habit of mimicry of Mr.. Sun
day was given more swing than be-
fore, and he gave limitations OF a
broken thigh, a photographer TAX
ing child's picture, a boy chased
by COW, melancholy woman, a
soldier, proud saloon-keeper
smoking a two-for-twenty-five CT
gar, an old soldier watching a
wreck with a glass, rescue at sea,
las fine piece of evolution as is
often heard or seen-a man kissing
his wife, and various other things.
The power of this orator who is
unlike any other ever heard here
was more evident than ever last
evening, and his perorations of
prayer was something to be re-
membered as one of the most re-
markable and striking specimens
of oratory ever witnessed any
where.
Jacob tried to struggle with
God and God broke his thigh. God
has put some men on their backs to
make them look up toward heaven. :"
At the first sentence OF this, Mr..
Sunday limped out from behind the
pulpit with his hand on the great
trochanter of his right femur. His
leg was hanging crooked exactly as
that of man with broken thigh
bone-there is an accuracy in his
mfmiery that is seldom seen since
Clara Morris left the stage.
This accuracy evidently care
fully studied-is carried into other
things, such as pronunciation. Last
evening he pronounced such COM
monty miscalled words as squalor
exactly as directed by the Century
dictionary. Even while he is
gyrating like a locomotive broken
side rod, he is making every motion
as accurately as zouave in COM
petative drill.
One minute he was poised like a
Greek statue of an athlete on the
stadium. One minute he stood with
his right hand in his trousers
pocket and his left arm extended.
The next minute he was leaning
far over the edge of the rostrum
punching a finger into the audience.
One sentence resounded to the roof.
The next sentence came a word at
time with an interval between each
came like the regular thud of a
slow trip hammer.
Last evening he wore dark gray
suit, different In color from the
black one of the previous evening,
but like that other one detracting
nothing from the handsome athlet-
ic, graceful, muscular, erect, active,
perfectly poised figure of the evan
gelist.
There can be no doubt about the
earnestness Of MIR. Sunday. And
this earnestness and sincerity count
for much, as it always does in pub
lie speaking, be it preaching or
political spellbinding. His earn
estness oozes out of every pore,
scincitilates from every brain cell,
flies off every whirling gesture, and
radiates over the entire audience.
He is as earnest as gatling gun,
or battleship cleared for action.
He was specially energetic last
evening, and no doubt will be spec
tally energetic every other evening
of the month. He uses up some
foot tons OF muscular energy every
hour. The muscular force in his
movements, if concentrated on a
rope attached to train would move
several freight cars up hill. Be-
hind this whirlwind of gesticulation
of limbs and body is the energy of
character. His words come out at
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