Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel, D’liver Daniel, d’liver Daniel, Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel, And why not a every man? He deliver’d Daniel from the lion’s den, Jonah from the belly of the whale, And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace, And why not every man? Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel, D’liver Daniel, d’liver Daniel, Didn’t my Lord deliver Daniel, And why not a every man? The wind blows East, and the wind blows West, It blows like the judgment day, And every poor soul that never did pray, ’Ll be glad to pray that day. [Illustration: TENCH FRANCIS. ] The singing over, Parson Demby announced—“Befo’ goin’ I wan’ ter say dat de deacons is so ’stressed ober ’mersion dey has ’cided ter hold uh rebate in de Zion Chuch fo’ weeks fum nex’ Chusday, an’ de subjec’ chusin will be, ‘Ef’n uh man er woman hab salbation in deah hyarts, will dey be feared ter babtiz wha shirks is?’ Ef’n hits ’cided hits dangersome, salbation er no salbation, I hope dis congation will git somebody’s ice pon’, an’ ef’n dey kyant do no better, somebody’s big hoss trough fuh de ’mersions. “I ’pints rebaters fuh dem dat’s not feared—Frisby Jemes, Hesekiah Sprouts, Damon Mink. “Fuh dem dat’s feared, Uncle Reubin Viney, Juba Viney, Scipio Jones, Horace Duley. I puts fo’ on de side ub dem dat’s feared, kase it’s de weak side. “Judges—Pawson Phil Demby, Deacon Rasmus Jasper Jemes.” DEBATE. Ef’n uh man er woman hab salbation in deah hearts, will dey be feared ter babtiz wha’ shirks [sharks] is? “Aunt Tillie, is de ’bate commence?” “No, indeed, honey, but you almos’ late fuh de feas’—dar’s resins, ammons an’ dates lef’.” “Is dem dates? Bless Gord, I tho’t dey wuz dried ’simmons; well, I’ll teck some resins an’ dates. How cum de ’bate not commence?” “Why, Phillis, dey got word ter ’speck three loads ub people fum Kyarline County, an’ two loads fum Queen Anne’s an’ Kent.” “Now, hush!” “Y-a-s dey did! So dey’s waitin’; besides, dey ain’ got all de books outin de kyart. Uncle Reubin Viney fotch uh wheelbarr load hissef, an’ dey tell me Damon Mink is so ’thused fuh his side, dat fuh two weeks he has bin speakin’ ter hissef. How cum you so late, Phillis? We had uh lot ub plum-puddin’.”