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Updated: June 21, 2025
"That's the parson of the islands," Levin said; "he started Deil's Island camp-meetin' last year, an' his favo-rite preacher dyin' jess as he got it done, ole Pap Thomas, who lives yer, comes out to the preachin'-stand sometimes alone, an' has a cry and a prayer. The geese scared me, cap'n." "Push off!" ordered Joe Johnson; "my teeth are most a-chatterin' with the chill that mace cove give me."
Emily shivered. "I suppose so," she said. "And I know I am nervous and a trial instead of a help. If you had only been alone " "Alone! Heavens to Betey! Do you think I'd like this this camp-meetin' any better if I was the only one to it. My! Just hear that wind! Hope these old chimneys are solid."
"An' this much I kin say without injury to Sall that I'd rather hear you talk and see you smile, as I has been watchin' of you constant do to-day, than go to the circus in New York, or even to a Spanish bull-fight, or hear a Fourth-of-July oration, or'tend camp-meetin' and that's saying no little an' no iceberg shall come near you while Christian Garth lays a hand upon this helm.
This country's been fillin' up with it from all over the world for a good many years, and the old camp-meetin' days are dead and done with. Church ain't what it used to be. Nothin's what it used to be everything's turned up from the bottom, and the growth is so big the roots stick out in the air.
Nothin' unusual is goin' on here right now. It is as quiet as the day after camp-meetin'. Dick's funeral was preached yesterday. The weather was tiptop, and nothin' was lackin' to make it a plumb success. Hettie got us out of bed before a single streak of day had appeared. We put on our clothes by pine-knots.
They was jest a singin' 'The Light of the World is Jesus, I shall never forgit, when I was down to camp-meetin' to Marthy's Vin'yard a good while ago there was a little blind boy stood up on a bench and sung it all alone; and it made me cry to see him standin' there with his poor little white face, and eyes that couldn't see a' one of all the faces lookin' up to him, a singin' that out as bold and free, and he did pronounce the words so beautiful so as everybody could hear I can hear him a singin' of it out, now 'The Light of the World is Jesus. And I suppose we git to thinkin' that the light's in our eyes, maybe, or the light's in the sun, or the light's in the lamp, maybe.
"Fust it was tittle-tattle, then a bar-room knock-down-and-drag-out fight, an' now it is a weepin' camp-meetin'. I wonder what will happen when the wind changes next." It was a warm, sultry evening in the middle of the week. They had just finished supper at the farmhouse. Dolly, with a book, a manuscript, and a pencil, stood in a thoughtful attitude under a tree on the lawn.
"No, he ain't thet exactly, so much ez a harmless ijut. He was a Moravian preacher once. Jacob Boiler wuz his name, Dad told me, an' he lived with his wife an' four children somewheres out Pennsylvania way. Well, Penn he took his folks along to a Moravian meetin' camp-meetin' most like an' they stayed over jest one night in Johns-town. You've heered talk o' Johnstown?" Harvey considered.
I usetah think you'd be a he'p an' a comfo't to yo' old brack mammy, an' turn out ez fine a man'ger an' housekeepah ez Miss Abby; but you hain't been yo'se'f sence thet camp-meetin'. I 'lowed et fust 'twuz too much 'ligion wuckin' in you, an' thought it would bring you all right to go to Miss Mary Winston's fine place; but you'se come back wussen evah. You hain't gwinetah be sick, is you, chile?
One day we were sittin' out in the front yard of his house it's mine, now watchin' a hoptoad catch flies. You've seen a toad catch flies, haven't you, Mr. Fosdick? Mr. Toad sits there, lookin' half asleep and as pious and demure as a pickpocket at camp-meetin', until a fly comes along and gets too near. Then, Zip! out shoots about six inches of toad tongue and that fly's been asked in to dinner.
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