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"The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubble in the furries kindo' lonesome-like, but still A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover overhead!
'T was the ole union meetin'-house, down to the corner, ye know, an' they had n't got no reg'lar s'pply, an' ye never knowed what sort ye 'd hear, so 't was kind o' excitin'. "'T was late, 'most 'leven o'clock, an' the sarm'n had begun. There was a strange man a-preachin', some one from over to the hotel. I never heerd his name, I never seed him from that day to this; but I knowed his face.
The other men laughed, but the Red Fox looked meek and lowly. "I'm a servant of the Lord. He says do this, an' I does it the best I know how. I goes about a-preachin' the word in the wilderness an' a-healin' the sick with soothin' yarbs and sech." "An' a-makin' compacts with the devil," said old Judd shortly, "when the eye of man is a-lookin' t'other way."
"'Oh, don't I, sais I, 'that's all? It's only here I talks this way, because we are at home now; but I can't help a thinkin' how strange things do turn up sometimes. Do you recollect, when I heard you a-preachin' about Hope a-pitchin' of her tent on a hill? By gosh, it struck me then, you'd pitch, your tent high some day; you did it beautiful. "He know'd I didn't like this change, that Mr.
"I reckon I was 'bout fifteen when hones' Abe Lincoln what called hisse'f a rail-splitter come here to talk wid us. He went all th'ough de country jus' a-rantin' an' a-preachin' 'bout us bein' his black brothers. De marster didn' know nothin' 'bout it, 'cause it was sorta secret-lak. It sho' riled de Niggers up an' lots of 'em run away. I sho' hear'd him, but I didn' pay 'im no min'.
The new school-master, who was hired because he was cheap, knew very little; and when Sam got into trouble with his "sums," and asked the school-master about them, he answered, "Wal, now, Sam, I hain't cyphered no furder'n 'reduction, and I can't tell you. But they's a preacher over in Johnsonville a-preachin' and a-teachin' school.
You're splendid a-preachin', but I like you better drivin' and showin' your excitemins." "You are a beautiful girl," the clergyman said; "suppose you try to like me better." The great question, being thus opened, was not disposed of when they reached Princess Anne, and quietly stabled the horses.
Keith awoke from his daze. "Thank you, but I am afraid I'll have to ask you to excuse me," he said. "Why?" she inquired simply. "Because I can't come. I am not much of a dancer." She looked at him first with surprise and then with amusement. "Are you a Methodist preacher?" "No." "Salvation?" "No." "I thought, maybe, you were like Tib Drummond, the Methodist, what's always a-preachin' ag'in' me."
Mighty good preachin' it ought to be to make up for such practicin'. Wonderful set ag'in the war, Uncle Tommy is. He's a-preachin' up peace now. But Lord! all the preachin' sense Moses won't keep men from fightin' when their blood's up and there's ter'tory in it." "It makes saints of the women," said Evesham shortly. "Wal, yes. Saints in heaven before their time, some of 'em. There's Dorothy, now.
Hopewell about that 'ere lark I had last night arter landin', it would sorter worry him, and set him off a-preachin', and I'd rather he'd strike me any time amost than lectur, for he does it so tender and kindly, it hurts my feelins like, a considerable sum.
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