yellow jackets bee"s (standard:adventure, 1818 words)
Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer	Added: May 10 2009	Views/Reads: 3403/1973	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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alongside the wagon road before the church house ,  snake handling 
night always produced a full  church house, what a night I was thinking 
to be hide in a thicket to watch and do mischief  to the worshipers of 
little goose chapel church , folks , seems like whiskey spirit make a 
man mean and careless and that what it had done to me and  Walter, we 
waited patiently for the meeting   to get  underway at the church house 
, the windows were all open and coal oil lanterns give light to the 
church, and we could see good from without the thicket ,  Rev Howard 
greets the folks with a big howdy and some songs were song and the 
meeting was getting started good, after the songs were finished , Rev 
Howard  begin his sermons , folks he said tonight its' that special 
night that we take up serpents knowing they shall no harm us because we 
are all saints of faith,   yes folks we are shielded from all evil and 
serpent   can't bit us because God locks their jaw joints, yes folks we 
are the folks of faith, we know that serpents  are not going to harm a 
one of us on this night of handling them and declaring that we are of 
the faith of God,    I remember one man lacked the faith and a 
copperhead latched on him and bite him and he died because he was not a 
man of God or of faith, Rev Howard declares, yes folk be not afraid of 
any beast because they cannot harm folks that have the faith he said 
and amen's” his own words,  folks answered him with amen's , and he 
preaches harder , we can see him waving his slim arms as he declares 
the faith to the saints, now he said loud bring on the serpent and two 
men go and retrieve the two basket of shakes and  uncaps the lids of 
the basket of shakes and people reaches in and partakes  of the 
serpents,  see the faith lost soul Rev Howard shouts loud , see those 
shake get limber as dish rags he Bragg ” take my saints handled them 
pass them around share your faith  he commands , and folks are passing 
the wiggling shakes about the church house, Walter said suddenly it 
time to lose the yellow jackets it time to see what kind  of faith that 
little goose chapel church saints have he whispered to me , and slipped 
off carrying the gallon of been along with him,, I watch as he sneaks 
and quietly interned the porch stoop and he takes the jar and laid it 
down and  quietly rolled it right through the open  church house door , 
the jar rolled and as it rolled it unloosed the jar lid and all hell 
broke loose he hurried back to the thicket and join me , and we watch  
as people were being stung , folks were throwing serpents  down and now 
fighting mad yellow jackets, folks leaped out the open church windows 
and we even the good Rev Howard  took and run out and was slapping 
himself  trying to rid himself of the bee that were stinging him all 
over,  seem like faith had lost it grip I was thinking as I watch 
people head off toward any direction to get away from the angry swarm 
of bees, kids were screaming and crying and  mules were being stung and 
run off with the wagon without drivers, it was something to behold, for 
sure and I was getting sober and was wondering what we had got 
ourselves into ,  we  never considered the mules and the children being 
stung , and it  everyone one running for their lives from angry mad 
bees, Walter and I  high tale it out of that thicket before anyone sees 
us and we run for now our lives knowing that if anyone seen us we have 
hell to pay at day break ,  ever mule that was tied broke the tie ropes 
and run off leaving all those folks to walk to their shacked which was 
some miles away from little goose chapel church, We manage to get away 
safe from being discovered and thanked the lord for that, Walter said 
we had done the worse sin known unto man, ever one of those serpents 
got their freedom back that night and the devil had won that meeting  
all because of too drunken mean country boys who had broke off more 
than a man can chew, Walter said it was strange that little bees could 
run men and woman to the woods and that folks could handle snakes in 
faith but yellow jackets  broke all their faith hold, if I shall live 
to be a hundred I shall never tell who was the ones that broke up the 
shake handling meeting , and like grandma bishop always said that all 
is well that ends well......the end 


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