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Wilson, on his first Sunday, witnessed this with something like disgust.

He had preached a short sermon, trying to talk man-to-man to the audience, to tell them who he was, what he had done in Macon and Birmingham, and what he proposed to do here.

He sympathized with them on the loss of their old pastor.

But then, at mention of that name, the Amen corner broke loose.

He had no chance to say another word.

At the very end, when the audience was silent and breathless, a collection was taken and then slowly everyone filed out.

The audience did not think much of the new pastor, and what the new pastor thought of the audience he did not dare at the time to say.