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miles. The prospects of doing good are glorious. We 

 have already added two new circuits, and gained six 

 preachers. There may have been from two to three 

 thousand persons assembled. I preached once : we had 

 finished our Conference concerns the evening before. 



January 1, 1809. We came away on Monday morn- 

 ing in haste. On Tuesday we reached Augusta about 

 six o'clock. A cold rain and freezing ride brought us 

 on Wednesday to Speir's; next clay, Arthur's, near 

 Granby: there was an appointment here for a local 

 preacher, and I filled it for him. I ought to record 

 that the good old folks where I lodged gave up their 

 rooms to me. A hard ride on Friday, between the 

 hours of eight and five, brought us into Camden. I 

 scarcely have time to make these few brief journal- 

 izing remarks. 



Sabbath, 8. I preached in our enlarged meeting- 

 house in Camden: it was a feeling season — in antici- 

 pation of great things here. We came away on Mon- 

 day morning through clouds and a cold rain, twenty- 

 six miles, to Brother Woodham's, on Lynch's Creek. 

 I ordained Stephen Thompson a deacon. In crossing 

 Cashaway Ferry on Tuesday, it was a mercy we were 

 not thrown into the water, like poor Hilliard Judge. 

 We were kindly and comfortably lodged by Esquire 

 Nevil: my mind most deeply felt for the salvation of 

 tnis amiable family. 



Wednesday, 11, was cloudy and very cold; but we 

 took horse and made it thirty-three miles to Lumber- 

 ton, and stopped at the widow Thompson's; I am most 

 at home when I am housed with the widow and the 

 orphan. We reached Fayetteviile on Thursday. My 

 limbs, my patience, and my faith, have been put to 

 severe trial. 



