Mt. Tubman, which was about two miles from Latrobe, and take
his appointment; he was not feeling very well, anyhow.
I told him, "Yes, I would."
"The brethren tell me that Brother Ware will have me up for
it; and I told them I didn't care."
"Well," I said, "if you are willing to risk it, I will go."
So I went out on Saturday afternoon, Sister Harmon and I.
Mt. Tubman is a beautiful spot. How plain I seem to see the
little church on the hill. What times of blessing I have had; and
this man, and that man were born there.
I was not very strong, so they arranged that Sister Harmon
and I should go out in the carriage. So, in a little while we were
ready. The carriage drove up, with a nice little black bullock,
and we were soon seated, and off. But we had not gone far, when
the bullock began to cut African capers.
First he backed and then he ran up on one side of the bank,
and came near tumbling the carriage over. Then we got him
down and he went on a little ways, then he made another break
at the other side of the road, and then he stopped. I thought it
was a good chance to dismount; and so I did, and footed it the bal¬
ance of the way, which was more than half way.
I went to Brother Bowen's and stayed all night. How kind
Brother and Sister Bowen were. They did all they could to make
me comfortable. I could see that Brother Bowen was a little em¬
barrassed, as he was pastor. He said, "Brother Ware's orders
were that the brethren should take their appointments in order."
But, Brother Bowen was a good man, and had good sense, and
was reasonable; but he was a little afraid of his superior.
I talked, and sang, and told him many things about his own
country for he had gone to Liberia when quite a young man.
Many of his friends would come in; then they would go out and
seem to have a quiet talk together. I prayed. I knew I had not
gone myself, but that God had sent me; and I waited to see Him
get the victory.
Sunday morning came. There was a splendid congregation.
Just as it was time to open the service, who should come in but
dear, old Brother Dennis.
I saw Brother Bowen was glad. He at once asked him to take
the service- and he got up and said he had asked me to come out
there and take his appointment, as he was not very well"; then,