advantage of them. I was very weary in body, but on Saturday
afternoon, I thought I must go and see after those seekers.
Where this Congo man lived, was on the back street, as they
called it; and the people who lived on that street were nearly all
Congos, with the exception of two or three families. It was not
one of the prominent streets, but it was the prettiest street, I
thought, in Cape Palmas. It was wide, and had several very
pretty, little cottages on it.
I found the place where the man lived. He was sitting in his
own yard, under a pretty arbor, talking to some one. He was
quite surprised to see me. But I told him why I came. I told
him I was anxious about him, as he was seeking the Lord.
So I sat down, took out my Testament, and began to read and
explain a few passages of Scripture on faith, and how to exercise
it. The Lord helped me, and helped the man. Then I sang; and
in a little while I had a number of earnest listeners around me.
Then I prayed.
This was all right out in the yard. When this was finished I
thought I would go home; but a woman said:
"Mrs. Smith, there is some one in such a house, sick, who
wants to know if you will come and pray with him."
So I went with the woman. I talked, and read the blessed
Word and explained it as the Spirit led me; then prayed, sang a
verse, and left.
When I got downstairs, a little girl came and said her mother
was sick and had heard the singing, and had sent to beg me to
come, if but for a moment. Sol did. And so I went on and made
eight calls of the same kind, and prayed, and sang, and talked.
The Lord blessed this poor, sick woman; and ashort time after
this she died. Sister Harmon and all wondered what had become
of me; for I had left home at four o'clock to be gone only an hour
or two, as I thought; but I didn't get home until eight o'clock in
the evening. The cases were so interesting, and I got so absorbed
and carried away, that I forgot all about my weariness and weak¬
ness till I got home and sat down. Then it came over me like a
great wave; and I trembled like a reed in the wind.
As I think of it now, I wonder how I ever went through all I
did. Sometimes I have started to church feeling so weak, and I
have prayed every step of the way; and there have been times
when I have stood up to speak, I have felt as it were a hand press