Uncle Josh at a Camp Meeting Uncle Josh Weathersby's "Punkin Centre Stories" | ||
Uncle Josh at a Camp Meeting
WALL, we've jist bin havin' a camp meeting at Punkin Centre. Yes, fer several days we wuz purty busy bakin' and cookin and makin' preparations fer the camp meetin', and some of the committee alowed we ought to have lemonade fer the Sunday school children. Wall, as we wanted to git it jist as cheap as possible, we damed up the crick what runs back of the camp meeting grounds, and put in ten pounds of brown sugar and half a dozen lemons, and let the Sunday school children drink right out of the crick, free of charge. Wall, we had right smart difficulty in gittin' a pulpit fixed up fer the ministers, but finally we sawed down a hemlock tree and used the stump fer a pulpit. Wall, some of the sarmons preached at that camp meetin' beat anything I ever heered in my life afore. You see we 'd bin havin' a good many argyments 'bout corporations, monopolies and trusts, and one
Samantha Hoskins concluded she would have to sing her favorit hymn; it went something like this:
And neither in the heat of the day;
But cum along in the evenin', Lord,
And wash my sins away.
Chorus—
Standin' on the walls of Zion,
Lookin' at my ship cum a sailin' over;
Standin' on the walls of Zion,
To see my ship cum in."
Jist about that time Ruben Hendricks
Uncle Josh at a Camp Meeting Uncle Josh Weathersby's "Punkin Centre Stories" | ||