The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1913-09-18
a young ape and teach him quicker.
leave him with you. At present it's a

leave him with you. At present it's
domestic problem"
Thanks; that's so encouraging.
Dick was puzzle and no mistake
about it. But to Charlie his rolling,
mischievous eyes. his cunning fingers
and his maynard Imagination were
unfailing fountains of life. He found
every birds nest within two miles of
town. He could track a rabbit almost
as swiftly and surely as hound. He
could work like fury when he had q
mind to, and loaf a half day over one
row of the garden when he didn't
want to work, which was his chronic
condition.
When the revival season set in
for the negroes In the summer, the
days of sorrow began for householders.
Every negro in the community became
absolutely worthless and remained so
until the emotional insanity attending
their meetings wore off.
And Mary. Mrs. Durham's cook, got
salvation over again every summer
with increasing power and increasing
degeneration in her work. Some nights
she got home at o'clock and break
fast was not ready until 8. Some
nights she didn't get home at all and
Mrs. Durham had to get breakfast her
self.
+ 1t was hard time for Dick. who had
not yet experienced religion, and on
whom fell the brunt of the extra work
and Mrs. Durham's fretfulness be-
sides. -4
~ tell you what less do, Charlie" he
cried one day. LESS go down ter dat
niger chu'ch en- bus up de meetin'!
rs gettin' tired er dis"
How'll you do it,"
II show you somefn'" He reached
under his shirt next to his skin and
pulled out DR.. Graham's sun glass.
"Where'd you get that. Dick?" -.
"Foun it whar err man lef' 1t. He
walled his eyes solemnly.
"Des watch here when l turns i'm
in de sun. | kin set dat pile of straw
er fire wild it,"
"You mustn't set the church afire"
warned Charlie.
Nav, chile: but git up in de gal
lery, ell when ole Uncle Josh gins ter
boiler en- bawl en- rar en- charge,
fling dat blaze er light right on his
bal haid, en- l set him er fire shos
you bawn."
"Dick, wouldn't do it," said Char
lie, laughing in spite Of himself.
Charlie refused to accompany him.
But Dicks mind was set on the neces-
sity of this work of reform. So in the
afternoon he slipped off without leave
and quietly made his way into the gal
| lery of the negro Baptist church.
The excitement was running high.
Uncle Josh had preached one sermon
an hour in length, and had called up
the mourners. At least fifty had come
forward. The benches had been cleared
+ for five rows back from the pulpit to
give plenty OF room for the mourners
to crawl over the floor. walk back and
forth and shout when they "calne
through" and for their friends to fan
them.
This open place was covered with
wheat straw to keep the mOurners of
the bare floor and afford some sort of
comfort for those far advanced in
mourning, who went into frances and
sometimes lay motionless for hours on
their backs or fat on their faces. =
/ The mourners had kicked and shut
fed this straw out to the edges and
the floor was bare. Uncle Josh had
sent two deacons out for more straw.
In the meantime he was working
himself up to another mighty climax of
exhortation to move sinners to come
forward.
"Come on ter glory, you POI, po' sim
ners, en- fee ter de Lamb err God befO'
de flames err hell swaller you whole!
At de last great day de sperit II flash
de light er his shinin' face on dis ole
parch up. sinful worp, Ell hit III ketch
er fire in er minute. en- de yearth, III
melt wild furvient heat! Whar, IL you
be den. po' tremblin' sinner? Whar II
you be when, de fame er de sperit
smites de moon and de stars wild fire.
en- dey gin ter drap outen de sky en-
knock big holes in de burnin' yearth?
Whar III you be when de rocks melt
wild dat heat, en- de sun hide his face
in de black smoke dat rise fun de
pit?'' II.
Moars ana groans and shrieks, loud
er and louder, filed the air. Uncle
Josh paused moment and looked for
his deacons with the straw. They were
inst coming up, the steps with great
armful over their heads.
whats de matter wild you, bred
dern? Fetch Oh that wheat straw!
Here's desc tremblin' souls gwine down
inter de flames er hell des fur de lax