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twelve hundred dollars, one thousand and fifty. of 

 which is paid. 



Sabbath, December 6, 1812. Preached at Mill's 

 Chapel; after meeting we went home with John 

 Mills, White Oak Creek. Ah, John, thy pious, pray- 

 ing mother! think often of her. Monday, a bitter, 

 cold ride of forty miles, brought us to Father Francis 

 ^ Watters's. O warm room, and kind old Virginians! 

 Our host has twelve children of eighteen once living. 



Tuesday, 8. Came to Broad Eiver. "We found 

 Smith's ford deep enough, but Fox turned his fearless 

 breast up the stream, and brought me swiftly and 

 safely through the swell of waters; he is a noble 

 beast. We dined in the woods, and stopped at Esquire 

 Leech's; brandy and the Bible were both handed me; 

 one was enough — I took but one. 



Wednesday, 9. Came to Winnsborough late at 

 night; I cannot easily describe the pain under which 

 I shrink and writhe; the weather is cold, and I have 

 constant pleuritic twinges in the side. In cold, in 

 "X* hunger, and in want of clothing— mine are apostolic 

 sufferings. Jacob Humph is dead, and so are elder 

 Capers and James Eembert; these were all early 

 friends to the Methodists in South Carolina, and left 

 the world in the triumph of faith. We are in Camden. 



Thursday, 10. We stay at Father Buchanan's; peo- 

 ple here give little encouragement to Methodism, but 

 the walls of opposition will fall, and an abundant 

 entrance will yet be ministered to us — the craft of 

 learning, and the craft of interested religion will be 

 driven away. 



Friday, 11. A cold ride brought us to Dunkin's. 

 Is not this man a brand plucked from the burning? 

 a reclaimed drunkard! Camp-meetings have done 



