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To a people who live scattered through a remote and inaccessible region , who have few and scanty public gatherings and diversions , this season of religious activity offers the one emotional outlet which their conception of dignity permits them , and it is proportionately precious in their eyes . In addition to the women and the girls and boys , who usually make up the rank and file of religious gatherings elsewhere , here at this favoured season old fellows , heads of families and life-long pillars of the Church , give up their entire time to the meetings . The family is put into the waggon with a basket of dinner , and they make a day of it . Services hold as late as twelve and one o'clock , and after them this contained , stoic folk will go home through the woods , carrying pine torches , singing , shouting , laughing , sobbing . Hiram Bohannon came into the two Turkey Tracks this year and held services at Brush Arbour church . He was very much in earnest , Brother Bohannon , a practical man with a rough native eloquence that spoke loud to his hearers . Every afternoon the wild , sweet hymns rang out over the little cup-like valley in which Brush Arbour church stood .