. Highways and byways of the South. Coming Home from the Post-office The Cotton Patch in Harvest Time 285 out and prodded around and stirred up the mud, andthen helped the candidate down the bank and stood byto assist in the baptism. The preacher slipped his fin-gers down inside of the candidates collar and got agood grip, and things looked desperate. The heartsof the watchers on the bridge and bank beat faster andthe interest was tense. With a few words of invocationthe preacher, aided by the ragged blue-bloused man,ducked the unhappy candidate backward under thebrown water. They quickly rest
. Highways and byways of the South. Coming Home from the Post-office The Cotton Patch in Harvest Time 285 out and prodded around and stirred up the mud, andthen helped the candidate down the bank and stood byto assist in the baptism. The preacher slipped his fin-gers down inside of the candidates collar and got agood grip, and things looked desperate. The heartsof the watchers on the bridge and bank beat faster andthe interest was tense. With a few words of invocationthe preacher, aided by the ragged blue-bloused man,ducked the unhappy candidate backward under thebrown water. They quickly restored her to her feet,and she, dripping and gasping, rested her head on thebroad breast of the preacher. A bed-quilt was handeddown from the bank and wrapped about her, and shewas assisted up out of the water, and several of thewomen conducted her away into the seclusion of thewoods to change her attire. One afternoon during my stay at Mr. Lemairs, Iroamed as far as his plantation on the river. Myroute took me past the railway stati
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