Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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-ver git ter gwine, an' de sperit am dere, dare ainlt no tellinj how ver otter holler. But ,membah dis: allus say der las' p'int easy? Such was his instruction, and Uncle Ephraim showed his artistic instinct by following his own precepts. All the negroes boasted of Uncle Ephra.im's pravers, and, if a preacher ever saw him in the congregation and failed to ask him to pray, indignation prevailed in everv black bosom present. It was almost as good to hear him directing the praver ot another as to hear the master himself. I heard this once. lt was during a protracted meeting. Uncle Ephraim had prayed. twice during the service, and was hoarse as a result. The altar was full of mourners who refused to leave. Thelv were lving ilat on the floor and moaning in a heartrending fashion. The congregation had sung until the leader, with coat otli and bosom unbuttoned, was drenched in perspiration. The preacher thought the time had come tor another prayer. He cast a look out regret towards 'Uncle Ephraim, and asked a coal-black brother bv his side to lead in praver. CCGO easy, brudder, 'I, heard the husklv voice ol' the rrraster say. Go easgv, brudder. The injunction was obe-ved. Aliter a hall' dozen sentences had been spoken in a tone that seemed to litt the root, Uncle liphraim screamed. Cr-v loud fo' muhs-e-e-el As trrre as the musician under a director's baton. the negro brought all the sound-producing powers oi' his bod-v into play, and echoes were awakened in the country round about. The congregation was also responsive. ln orchestral itashion, the spirit ol' the moment was caught up in a multitude ol' ex- clamations-'fAnrenll' tlo it, brudderl Nl krrowed he'd do it! and a belated voice came in with, t'an't dat nigger pray! Then l heard the voice ol' the master himsell'. calrrring the tempest. tio easnv. nowg go easy, brudr'ler. I saw llncle lCphraim's l'ace. as lre mopped it with his handana and cast a l'ur'tive glance towards the ruourners. llisappointmerrt was written there, but there was deterrrrination also. He prrt his hand upon the shoulder of the man who was praying as il' to hrirrg him under rrrore perfect control. For a moment the words ol' the pra-ver were strangely calnr and restrained. brit it was like the calrrr that precedes violent thunder. Then carue the signal. lt was I'ollowed by a shout l'rom the whole congregation. There was a stir aruorrg the mourners. and a dozen strong rrrerr were struggling with one who raged like a madman. .Xhove the turmoil and noise the voice ol' llncle lCphraim was heard. There was no longer an-v etl'ort to 'restore order. On the contrarlv. he was the leader ol' the coruruoliorr. Go it, John, and he slapped the slrorrlder ol' the pranving rrran. l knowed -vou'd l'otch 'im tru. lle arose and stood like a captain in a storm corrurramlirrg his crew: he gave orders to this one and that one. until not a morrrner was lel't at the altar, but the-v were scattered here and there over the lrorrse. each the centre ol' a struggling mass. tio easy. .lohn. cried the hero. and .lohn closed the praver almost in a wlrisper. Stepping to the nriddle ol' the altar. l'ncle l'lphraim. his countenance transl'ormed by the jolv he l'elt. waved a long arm over the turmoil and sang in a loud. huskgv voice: 97 O. sirrrralr. won't yer glad. And the congregation caught up the response in a trulgv great chorus: When ver' come out'n der wilderness. Come out'n der wilderness. Come out'u der wilderness. l'l1'lIli.sXlAl-NOV, sinnah. won't .ver glad. ALI.- XYlrerr ver come outfn de wil-der-ne-e-s-s? S9

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UNCLE EPHRAI M 'S FAI LI N G YICIZYIXOIJY knew l'ncle .l'l1Jlll'2lllll. and knew him to be a worthless old negro, yet he enjoyed a certain distinction. Worthless fum laude is a phrase that describes fairly well the opinion in which he was held. As a slave, he had been ol' little value to his master. During the t'ivil War he had remained with Ole Missusf' a lmrden rather than a help or protector. He did not go awav with Sherman's -Xrmv for two reasons: he had not been urged to do so, and mi was afraid to leave the well beaten paths of indolence for the untried experience ol' camp life among rough soldiers. Years later, when much was being said about the loyalty ol' the old negroes who had remained with the unprotected homes. no one had l'ncle ltlphraim' in mind, but he heard' the talk of the whites, caught a l'ew phrases, and was soon heard extolling the virtues of us genimen what tuck kyur ol' ou' ole Missusf' Who that has ever claimed special credit for observing the lirst law of nature can censure Yncle Ephraim? No one has even censured him. or even denied him the role he chose to claim for himself. As years went by and gray heads were laid to rest, there were few left who could do so. And so it happened that when lincle Ephrain1's name was mentioned, someone would always say. He has become worthless in his old age, but we must take care of him. We cannot forget what he did for old Mrs, Adams during the raid. ln face of so noble a sentiment, the 'few who knew what his career had really been, were not so cruel as to speak of it. 'llhus it came about, what from his own praise and what from that ol' the coimnunity that a halo arose like an exhalation from the narrow strip of cotton that bound his temples and rested a few inches above his bald black head. Strange to say, the other members of his own race did not object to the canonization of the old negro. In that disordered social condition in which the war left them, the negroes were prepared to receive any strange thing as their portion of the spoils. 'While Vncle Ephraim was being lifted to the position of a hero, other ncgroes were reaping other and greater honors-theirs soon to be lost, his to abide. Fortunately for him, EDll1'3.'l1117S ambition did not extend beyond the enjoyment of life on earth as he hoped to enjoy it in heaven-in a quiet, undis- turhed sort of peace. ti'onversely he expected nothing in heaven more desirable than a continuation of his life here. He looked upon death as he had looked upon the approach of Serman's army-as a vaguely possible disturbing event in his existence. He had escaped the 'Hrst of these dangers unscathed, and religion was to him a hope that he might be as successful. in escaping the burning lightwood knots of hell. ln this he would take no chances. He practiced the doctrines of the church according to the best light that fell into his benighted soul. He played the part of churchman assiduously, it was his chief interest now that he had convinced himself and others that he had been a hero. He was never seen without a small Bible, which others read for him. He wore on all occasions a clerical coat, given him by a friendly rector. In the local church he was a shining light, in the parlance of his fellow-members. If need be, he would preach, but it was in prayer that he starred. He never lost an opportunity to talk of prayer and ol' the art of praying. The brethren7' of both races often took private instruction, willingly or unwillingly, from Uncle Ephraim. Met upon the highway, he would stop, and after a few preliminary words, he would begin, Now, brudder, ef yo, ebah pray, begin kinder easy like, an' w'en eberything is still as er grabe ya'd, den cry out loud fo' mu'cy. Den go easy like again 5 den squall sudden. An, atter 88