I tol' yer
outn his Book, whar he'd lead yer side de waters, an' be a Shepherd
ter yer; an' yer kep' straight on, an' neber paid no 'tenshun; so
tudder night, wile I wuz er layin' in de bed an' er steddin' wat ter
preach 'bout, sumpin' kin' er speak in my ear; an' hit sez, 'Brer
Dan'l, yer've tol' 'em 'bout de Lord's leadin' uv 'em, an' now tell
'em 'boutn his drivin' uv 'em. An', my bredren, includin' uv de
sistren, I ain't gwine ter spare yer feelin's dis day. I'm er stan'in'
hyear fur ter 'liver de message outn de Book, an' dis is de message:
"'Burhol', I'll punish um! dey young men shall die by de s'ord, an'
dey sons an' dey daughters by de famine.'
"Yer all hyear it, don't yer? An' now yer want ter know who sont it.
De Lord! Hit's true he sont it by a po' ole nigger, but den hit's his
own wuds; hit's in his Book. An', fussly, we'll pursidder dis: IS HE
ABLE TER DO IT? Is he able fur ter kill marster's niggers wid de s'ord
an' de famine? My bredren, he is able! Didn' he prize open de whale's
mouf, an' take Jonah right outn him? Didn' he hol' back de lions wen
dey wuz er rampin' an' er tearin' roun' atter Dan'l in de den? Wen de
flood come, an' all de yearth wuz drownded, didn' he paddle de ark
till he landed her on top de mount er rats? Yes, my bredren, embracin'
uv de sistren, an' de same Lord wat done all er dat, he's de man wat's
got de s'ords an' de famines ready fur dem wat feels deyse'f too smart
ter 'bey de teachin's uv de Book.
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