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baptized his child, Elizabeth Asbury Jenkins. We 

 reached Camden on Saturday. 



Sunday, December 3. I preached in the tabernacle 

 to about five hundred people, and as we had two dis- 

 tinct congregations in the house, I dropped a word of 

 advice to the poor Africans in presence of the whites. 

 Brother Boehm preached in the evening. On Mon- 

 day I was seriously afflicted in body. In much weak- 

 ness of flesh, and solemnity of mind, I set out on 

 Tuesday for Black River. There are great changes in 

 the house where I stopped — my dear old Mary is dead, 

 and there is another wife. On Wednesday I saw the 

 third house on Black River — fifty by thirty-six feet. 

 I spoke in an especial manner to Henry Young's ne- 

 groes, who were called together for that purpose. At 

 Samuel Kembert's on Thursday. My host proposes 

 shortly to remove to Georgia. We preached to a 

 small meeting on Friday. Henry Boehm preached on 

 Saturday at James Capers's . 



Sunday, 10. We had a five hours' meeting. Tarp- 

 ley and Hobbs prayed after I had preached: some had 

 come to be prayed for. We made a cold, heavy ride 

 of forty-five miles on Monday. We reached Kell's 

 tavern in the night. The road was dreadfully plowed 

 up with wagons; the ferry was wide, and we had the 

 swamp to pass, and dip, and dive, and go — we labored 

 through it; this was our Tuesday's task. Wednesday 

 evening brought us rest in Charleston. Where does 

 the cotton go that arrives in such quantities? To 

 England and France, in spite of the non-intercourse. 

 I am mainly ignorant of these things, and have no 

 wish to be wiser. Our Old Church is enlarged, and 

 our parsonage completely fitted up. I am busy writing, 

 or occupied with my Bible and Ramsay's History. 



