Appendix to Chapter VI 83
"We do get there; drink draughts from a cooling spring five feet by six across,
just in front of the porch, sit down to supper and make ourselves happy over milk
and honey, rye bread and butter, all fresh and pure as the mountain air.
"In good old-fashioned style, appointments have been made at church for night
preaching at several homes. It fell to my lot to preach at this place. . . . The house is
full. . . . The Lord preserves us during the night. We rise refreshed, for though the
night is cold, we find, next morning, that two windows have ventilated-at our head
and feet-the little room which we entered in the dark, and the fresh mountain air
played around us all night. . . . The Sabbath morning is beautiful, and we all repair
to God's house to hear his word. Bro. Bryan preaches an excellent missionary
sermon... .
"A collection is taken amounting to something over $3, fully as large a sum,
considering the difference of circumstances, as an Eastern congregation would
"Monday morning finds the delegates assembled in the meeting house. It is a new
building, not finished, the windows, doors, gable ends, etc., are left open. Up so
high on the mountain the ventilation is perfect-no confined air left over by former
congregations to poison the lungs. The delegates are in no humor to hear long
speeches. The struggle is over by 3 o'clock, P.M. All join in melting farewell words-
we shake hands-the hearts grow warm and eyes moisten in token of fraternal love.
We pause; we give some parting words, and then in prayer commend ourselves to
the God of His people, and leave the place subdued and sad that the short
intercourse is broken and faces grown familiar will be seen no more. Brothers of the
mountains, Farewell. May God bless you.
"Down the mountain sides we go-brethren Bowen, Robt. Jones, G. S. Jones and
ourselves. We strike again the lovely valley-strive to stay all night with one and
another-one is absent, another sick, a third has no place for so many. It is growing
late-we turn towards the mountains; an old brother is at the foot-he will receive us.
"Yes, come, come in, all four. We will do the best we can." There is one room, two
beds; we see signs of a third under one of these; five children, husband and wife,
and four grown men invited in. ... Well, imagine what you please, you down in the
East, but the kindness of these humble people will astonish you. . . . Be not alarmed,
kind reader, we shall sleep well tonight, and in your single room you may envy us,
for angels shall guard while we stay with these humble poor. God bless them.
"We are in a day's ride of Hendersonville, but we left an appointment at Sister
Jordan's and paused to fill it. . . . At night, the room and the piazza are crowded.
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