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road, whether by fits, to which he was subject, or by 

 drowning, we have yet to learn. He was a native of 

 South Carolina, near to Georgetown; a pious, good 

 young man of unblemished life; he had traveled five 

 years, and has now gone to rest. 



Wednesday, 8. We rode to* Smithville, so called from 

 General Smith; we rode thirty-three miles through 

 the rain. We lodged at the Widow Douyer's, and 

 were plagued with our horses breaking away. 



Thursday, 9. Our horses were taken and brought 

 to us. I preached at Smithville, and Brother McCaine 

 also in a house in the town. This is the old Fort 

 Johnson, at the mouth of Cape Fear River; it is par- 

 tially rebuilt. 



Friday, 10. We came to Brunswick, an old town; 

 demolished houses, and the noble walls of a brick 

 church; there remain but four houses entire. I 

 preached at Miss Grimshaw's, on 2 Cor. iv. 5, and or- 

 dained Nathaniel Bell to the office of deacon. At Ed- 

 Avard Sullivan's I found that the cold weather and hard 

 labor of riding and preaching began to press me down. 



Saturday, 11. At Rork's, at Town Creek, Brother 

 McCaine preached; I also spoke, enforcing "Be thou 

 faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of 

 life." A late camp-meeting upon Town Creek has 

 given a revival to religion amongst both whites and 

 blacks. I thought I perceived intimations of this in 

 my last visits. About the going down of the sun we 

 came into Wilmington, faint and feeble. 



Sunday, 12. We had nearly one thousand souls, to 

 whom I spoke upon Heb. xii. 25. 



Tuesday, 14. I preached on 2 Peter ii. 10-12. 



Wednesday, 15. We set out and made Nixon's, at 

 Top-sail. 

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