s train.

"Now, who gwine fetch in de nex' wheel, my brothers, my sisters, my
sinner-frien's? Who gwine fetch a wheel? Dat's it! Heah come a
wheel--two wheels--three wheels; fetch one mo'; heah, a odd wheel; de
train's a-saggin' down lop-sided fur _one mo' wheel_! Heah it
come--f'om a ole 'oman, too! Shame on you, boys, ter let po' ole Aunt
Charity Pettigrew, wha' nussed yo' mammies, an' is half-blin' an' deef
at dat--shame on yer ter let 'er lif' dis train out'n de mud! An' yer
know she kyant heah me nuther. She des brung a wheel 'caze she felt de
yearth trimble, an' knowed de train was stallded!

"Oh, my brers, de yearth gwine trimble wuss'n dat one o' deze days, an'
look out de rocks don't kiver you over! Don't hol' back dis train ef you
c'n he'p it on! I ain't axin' yer fur no paper greenbacks to-day _to
light de ingine fire_!

"I ain't a-beggin' yer fur no gol' an' silver wheels fur de passenger
trains for de saints, 'caze yer know de passenger kyars wha' ride inter
de city o' de King, dey 'bleege ter have gol' and silver wheels ter
match de golden streets; but, I say, I ain't axin' yer fur no gol' an'
silver wheels to-day, nur no kindlin'! De train is all made up an' de
ingine is a steamin', an' de b'ilers is full. I say _de b'ilers is
full_, my dear frien's.

"Full o' what? Whar do dey git water ter run dis gorspil train? Dis
heah's been a mighty dry season, an' de cotton-fiel's is a-beggin' now
fur water, an' I say _whar do de salvation train git water fur de
ingine_?

"Oh, my po' sinner-frien's, does you want me ter tell yer?

"De cisterns long de track is bustin' full o' water, an' _so long as a
sinner got o' tear ter shed_ de water ain't gwine run out!"

"Yas, Lord!" "Glory!" "Amen!" and "Amen!" with loud groans came from
various parts of the house now, and many wheels were added to Glory's
train by the men about the door, while Jordan continued:

"Don't be afeerd ter weep! De ingine o' Glory's kyar would o' gi'en out
o' water long 'fo' now in deze heah summer dry-drouths if 'twarn't fur
de tears o' sinners, an' de grief-stricken an' de heavy-hearted! I tell
yer Glory's train stops ter teck in water at de mo'ner's bench eve'y
day! So don't be afeerd to weep. But bring on de wheels!"

He paused here and looked searchingly about him.

There was no response. Stepping backward now and running both hands deep
into his pockets, he dropped his oratorical tone, and, falling easily
into the conversational,