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Lee's. Tuesday, I was glad to stay at McNeil's, in 

 Lumberton. Henry Boehni preached. Thursday, 

 came on to Fayetteville through a cold, heavy rain. 

 The Lord blesses me with patience. 



Sabbath, 17. They carried me into the church. I 

 ordained two deacons and one elder. I failed in 

 strength after preaching, and Kev. Mr. Turner, a 

 Presbyterian, concluded our meeting by prayer. 



Thursday, 21. A bitter cold ride of thirty miles 

 brought us to Purdie's. Friday, a heavy ride of 

 thirty-six miles brought us to King's. Saturday, to 

 Wilmington : there is little trade here, and fewer peo- 

 ple; of course there is less sin. 



Sabbath, 24. I was carried into the church, 

 preached, and met the society. I preached again in 

 the evening. A bread-poultice has procured me a 

 mitigation of pain. Lord, be merciful to me in tem- 

 porals and spirituals! William Capers is married — 

 he twenty-three, hi s wife eighte en. 



Friday, October 29, 1813. On the peaceful banks 

 of the Saluda, I write my valedictory address to the 

 presiding elders. At Staunton Bridge we rest five 

 days; my horse and his master both disabled. I 

 preached but twice. James, the son of John Douthet, 

 gave me an interesting account of his father. John 

 Douthet was born in Maryland; left his native place 

 and settled on the Yadkin; became a member of the 

 Methodist society, and was honored as a class-leader, 

 making his house a house of God for the assemblies 

 of his brethren. He departed from his brethren and 

 from God. Some years after this, the family removed 

 to the Table Mountain, Pendleton District; the preach- 

 ers came to the house, the father was reclaimed, and his 

 two sons, James and Samuel, joined the Methodists. 

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