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and William Fulwood, who sheltered and protected 

 me when, during the War of Independence, I was 

 compelled to retire to the swamps and thickets for 

 safety. 



Wednesday, 26. Our ride brought us to Ruther- 

 ford's. I paid them as well as I could for their kind- 

 ness and attentions by exhortation and prayer. 



Thursday, 27. To McHathing's, forty-one miles. 

 Daniel Asbury wished me to take Catawba, above 

 Ladies' Ford, and cross at the Horse Ford, where a 

 former journal will show my life to have been in 

 danger some years ago. I preached in the evening at 

 Daniel Asbury's, Lincoln county, near Sherill's Ford. 

 These are kind spirits, who say, " You make your rides 

 too long; " yet they will scarcely be denied when in- 

 vited to their houses, making my rides longer still; 

 here am I, ten miles out of my way, to see these dear 

 people. And now that limbs, lungs, strength, and 

 teeth fail, I must still go my rounds of six thousand 

 miles within the year. 



Sabbath, 30. I passed a restless, feverish night, yet 

 as I was expected to preach on the camp-ground, I 

 discoursed to a large, simple-hearted congregation, on 

 Acts xxx. 32. I sat in the end of my little Jersey- 

 wagon, screened by the drawn curtain behind me. It 

 was no common time to either speaker or hearers. 

 We retired, after meeting, to Jonathan Jackson's. 

 What a rich table was provided! not for me — I retired 

 to bed with a high fever. My spiritual consolations 

 flow from God in rich abundance; my soul rejoices 

 exceedingly in God. 



Monday, 31. To Robey's, near Catawba Springs. 



Tuesday, November 1. I preached to a very attentive 

 people ; surely the speaker and hearers felt the power 



