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St . Clair Drake The sun had barely risen when Elder Davis climbed out of the back seat of his Model T, reached to the floor for his tire-pump, and pro ceeded to screw the hose on his left rear tire . Slowly he began to pump, while he hummed "Please don' drive me away, You may need me some day." He pumped with the measured movements of a tired woman wash ing clothes, keeping time with his humming-and it gave him a sense of exhilaration-made him feel like he was "shouting! ' As he slowly moved his entire body up and down, the tire filled out and raised the rickety Ford to its normal cruising level. Elder Davis was happy, and as he walked to the little stream to wash his face, a flood of Scripture broke upon his mind. He kneeled down with cupped hands to convey the water to his grizzled black face, and his shiny bald head and he thought of Gideon and his band-there in Bible days-the 300 who kneeled down and "lapped water like a dog." He drank a little water to get the sense of it, and the movement func tioned as
Black Sacred Music – Duke University Press
Published: Mar 1, 1993
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