Andrew Jackson Potter - The fighting parson of the Texan frontier by Hiram Atwill Graves

Author:Hiram Atwill Graves [Graves, Hiram Atwill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biographie
Publisher: Jazzybee Verlag
Published: 2017-05-25T00:00:00+00:00

For Attic disorder,

Or enlargement of brain,

You'll find much relief

In my "Soother of Pain."

Just rub well the head,

And give close attention;

It will soften the skull,

And make room for expansion.

ANDREW JACKSON POTTER, The Pain-soother."

Mr. Gillett and Mr. Potter held a successful camp-meeting this year at Tatum's School-house. Mr. Gillett truly excelled himself in a series of sermons on the vital doctrines of Christianity. After one of those able sermons Mr. Potter exhorted, knowing that the sinners were well convinced, and some of them anxious to come to the altar of prayer. He enforced the prodigal's resolve, "I will arise;" and on giving the invitation, they pressed to the altar in a throng. In a short time one dozen of them were converted. One of them slapped his hands together and said, "Mr. Potter, I feel just as good as I want to." It was indeed a great camp-meeting.

Mr. Potter, by special invitation, went to the celebrated "Sabinal Cañon" this year, and held a noted camp-meeting. He had to travel alone sixty miles through the Indian-raiding region to reach the place, but he made the journey unharmed. The people came as far as forty miles to camp in wagons and cloth tents. Camp-meetings out there were held in the grove, or in a mot of timber; no shelters, but boughs of trees, or brush arbors. Mr. Potter was the only regular itinerant minister there. A local preacher by the name of Smith supplied the circuit there that year. Recently he has been murdered. Two other local brethren aided in the meeting —Mr. Jones and Mr. Newton. It was the first camp-meeting ever held in that cañon. It was a grand time, and long to be remembered by the old Methodists of the Western frontier. Mr. Gillett and Mr. Potter were staying all night at a certain house, and occupied the same room. Mr. Gillett, rising first in the morning, stepped out on the gallery to wash, and there was lying by the wash-bowl a rock resembling a bar of soap, a complete imitation in shape and in color, and Mr. Gillett picked it up, and dipped it in the water, and began to rub it in his hands. Finding it a "sell," he looked back to see if Mr. Potter saw him, when Mr. Potter quizzically inquired, "Can't you make it lather?" He replied, "No; it is a complete sell." Riding down the valley that day with several others, Mr. Gillett was boasting how he could throw rocks. He could hit almost any thing, and was just going to tell of a great feat, and said, "I will venture I have done with rocks what no other man in this crowd has ever done." Mr. Potter replied, "No one will dispute that. I suppose no one here ever tried to substitute a rock for soap." Mr. Gillett was just going to say that he had killed two wild cats with rocks; but that turned the tables. In these mountains there are many strange

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