Along the main north-south Way, preachers stood on rickety pulpits, shouting for attention.

The preacher was standing about ten feet out in the stream where the water came up to his knees.

The preacher stood, shook his uncle's hand.

The preacher stood on the bridge while Onion and Jay approached from opposite sides of the stream.

The preacher just stood there, smiling, with his hand stuck out.

As the preacher stood his ground the officer told his men to fire.

The preacher still stood looking into the coals.

The preacher, Eddy, stood to one side, Bible clutched to his chest in two bony hands.

Both preachers stood in the midst of the pack, both eating as much ice cream as anybody else.

A preacher stood on the front steps, haranguing a rapt audience.