When Miss Lou and
Scoville approached, the worshippers were just concluding the hymn
heard on the piazza. From the humble cabins stools, benches, rickety
chairs, and nondescript seats made from barrels, had been brought
and placed in a circle close about the fire. These were occupied by
the elderly and infirm. Uncle Lusthah, whose name had been evolved
from Methuselah, was the evident leader of the meeting, and Miss Lou
whispered to her attendant, "He's the recognized preacher among
them, and I believe he tries to live up to his ideas of right."
"Then I'll listen to him very respectfully," said Scoville.
Their advent created quite a commotion, and not a few were inclined
to pay court to the "Linkum ossifer." All who had seats rose to
offer them, but Scoville smiled, shook his head and waved them back.
Uncle Lusthah immediately regained attention by shouting, "Look at
me": then, "Now look up. Who we uns befo'? De King. De gret Jehovah.
Bow yo' haids humble; drap yo' eyes. Tek off de shoon fum yo' feet
lak Moses w'en he gwine neah de bunin' bush.
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