Tales and Trails of Wakarusa — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Tales and Trails of Wakarusa
John Stuart Mill · en
As the weather grew colder the meetings grew warmer. Practically
everyone for miles around attended, and the most of them got
religion. It was no unusual thing for awkward country lads who had
never made a public address, to stand up and in eloquent though
trembling voice profess their change of heart and their desire to do
right, and without embarrassment exhort their friends to join them.
Modest women who scorned unseemly conduct or notoriety would go up
and down the little room urging those whom they knew to take
advantage of the promises of God; and if they did at times shout and
cry out, or jump up and down, or throw themselves upon the floor or
the bench used for an altar, it was all because of the exaltation of
the hour and a part of their good intent and good purpose. A dance in
the neighborhood was simply out of the question, and it would have
been hard to find a playing-card left unburned; and in their efforts
to put away worldly things, many tobacco-soaked men gave up the use
of the weed. One night a convert told of his experience in this
behalf, and said he had had some awful dreams, and one was that he
was sitting on a hill north of the Wakarusa Valley, and that there
was a terrible drouth, on account of which the river was dry, and
that the devil came to him with a plug of tobacco that reached from
him clear over to Carbondale, and that in his weakness he had chewed,
and spit in the river, and that he had chewed the entire plug and had
spit in the river until it run off as though there had been a
terrible rain.
The meeting kept going, and finally Dr. Taylor, who had been counted
as an unbeliever, came and got religion and helped in the
exhortations. One night in urging the benefits of religion upon an
audience, he pointed to George Franks, and said:
"Look, what the religion of Christ has done for Brother Franks. He
was a wife-beater and a drunkard----"
Just there Brother Franks interrupted him, and half arising from his
seat, he said:
"Brother, not a wife-beater."
The Doctor corrected himself and went on with his illustration, which
was just as good without the charge which was denied.