|Uncle Franks Calling (standard:adventure, 1408 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: May 11 2009||Views/Reads: 2200/1140||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|tales of a mountain circit riding preacher, sharing his journeys in the backwoods of Knetucky in the days of old"|
Uncle Frank Calling.. Uncle Franks sets before the fire place in our house he is old now and his hair has turned to white with age he come to visit us on his trip to Kentucky..., he is preacher and has been one going on fifty years, he has spend most of his life riding around threw the back woods county of Kentucky, spreading the word of God, most men would dare to do this knowing the danger that is in this remote unsettled place, Franks was raised in Kentucky along with my Mother there was just the two of them, and Frank was called of God too preach the word of God, tonight he sets here telling us kid about his journeys, Well now you young folks has a lot to learn about the ways of mountain folks, he said pulling on his pipe of Kentucky tobacco, and he blows a cloud of blue smoke into the air, I was just twenty three when the lord spoke to me in a little church house your grandpa and grandma attended and took me and your mother Martha to when we both were young folks just like you are now, I worked me out a mule plowing corn ground and helping clear ground , and it was rough work for sure, using a ax and the power of my back to make a way to travel around and make my calling of the lord was not easy at all, but with the grace of God and a lot of hard work, I managed to accomplish my venture and bought me a find mule to ride and do my work for the lord, Folks back then made fun of me and told me that I would starve to death , taking up preaching and traveling along into no man land, to preach the Gospel, but with my faith in my pocket and a young heart I I headed out on my journey , I rode plume up in the southern part of Kentucky and those old narrow paths were hard to travel on , small wagon roads with a song on my lips and ,I recall one settlement I stopped at where folks had come down from Virginia to settle in Kentucky those folks had carved out a wide place in the woods and made sort of a camp site so they could hunt game for a time so they could go on after replenishing there provisions , they were a friendly sort of folks and invited me to their camp with a hardy welcome, we had nightly meeting of worship and they jumped right in and took of the lord mercy well, the leader was a young married man and his wife Sara, they seem to be the masters of the camp, and the others were kin folks of theirs , one night as we were in worship a band of Indians come to the camp and I declare I thought we were going to be killed , they were about six of them and a they were on foot, they shot and arrow that just missed my head and it landed in a big oak that stood just behind me, I raised my big black holy Bible at them and they watch my every move they seem astonished at me and my gestures waving a square thing that neither of them knew what this was I am guessing it sort of spooked them , maybe they thought it was some sort of weapon that us white folks had, I don't rightly know but they scampered off like a bunch of mice that a Tom cat was after. Those folks in the camp knew that the Bible has saved our scalps, and they claimed that the Bible waving at the Indians has saved them from being slaughtered, and they thanked me for my visit with them and the fine word of the lord God, they were anxious to head on and I traveled a good distance along with this crew of folks till we come to a larger settlement a sort of fort like place that a group of settlers has built a fort to stand off the savage Indians from invading them and killing them, I thought this was a good place to preach the word of the lord and I was right , I stayed a good while and preach sermons to the folks and then made my way on my journey preaching in other places, Then I hit a place that never took kindly to a preacher, and I don't know whether you grandkids, would know about a person being tar and feathered, what those folks done to me will be spoken at the judgment bar of God, they melted tar in a big kettle and they had me tied up like a hog and they let the tar be cooled till it would still smear on my flesh and then they broke a feather pillow and tossed those feathers all over my body, and then feathers stickling to the tar made me a trifling site to behold, they set me on my mule and slapped old mike butt and away I went I was tared and feathered and run out of their settlement, because they rejected being preached too, Ii had a hard time ever wearing off those tar and chicken feathers , I had to scrap and scrap myself with and old hunting knife I carried for skinning game and such, you young folks would not know about such things that can happen to a preacher of the Gospel , and then there was another time shortly after that , that I nearly lost my life ,on a lonely backwoods wagon trail , when I come across and old she bear that has two twin cubs, she crossed my path and spooked my mule and he bolted and I fell off and that old she bear come at me with her teeth showing she was protection her babies bears, I climb a skinny popular tree that I knew she could not climb and she kept me in that tree for three full days and children I thought I would starve to death, but she give up on eating me up , and finely went on her merry way with those Click here to read the rest of this story (27 more lines)
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