Excerpt from Peter Cartwright, Backwoods Preacher


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What preacher has not had a similar experience?

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At eleven o'clock, brother Walker held forth. The people were all attention, but there was no excitement. At night I tried to preach, and although I had profound attention from a cabinful of these mountaineers, yet the preaching did not seem to have any effect whatever. When I closed, I called on our kind local preacher to conclude. He rose and began to sing a mountain song, and pat his foot, and clap his hands, and ever and anon would shout at the top of his speech, "Pray, brethren." In a few minutes the whole house was in an uproarious shout. When brother Walker and I got a chance to talk, I said, "Well, sir, I tell you this local preacher can do more in singing, clapping, and stamping, than all our preaching put together."

Cartwright, Peter. Peter Cartwright, Backwoods Preacher. Chicago: Cranston & Curts. 1856.

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