Next night I come back with my mind made up that I'd try Jesus Christ, and see ef he'd have me.

But laws! they was a big man that night that preached hell.

Not that I don't believe they's a hell.
They's plenty not a thousand miles away as deserves it, and I don't know as I'm too good for it myself.

But he pitched it at us, and stuck it in our faces in sech a way that I got mad.

And I says, Well, ef God sends me to hell he can't make me holler 'nough nohow.