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comes with weight upon my mind. Here are liberal 

 souls at home and abroad; we have added near- 

 ly two hundred dollars to our mite subscription. 

 Thursday came to Strawberry Ferry. Grand accom- 

 modations at Mr. Lesesne's. Friday, to Hale's; we had 

 an appointment here which we knew not of; the peo- 

 ple assembled, and I spoke to them. Saturday came 

 to Santee and crossed the Long Ferry in fifty minutes. 

 As soon as the poor Africans see me, they spring with 

 life to the boat, and make a heavy flat skim along like 

 a light canoe; poor starved souls — God will judge! 



Sabbath, 15. A sacramental day; I preached and 

 gave a word of exhortation to the society. I cannot 

 preach more than once a day. 



Tuesday, 17. We started away in company with 

 W. M. Kennedy and I. Norton, with the last of whom 

 we parted at the ferry over Black River. Lodged 

 with Mr. Rogers — his father has gone to rest. On our 

 route we visited Bethel Durant, and saw his brothers, 

 John and Henry; their simple-hearted, kind father 

 entertained me thirty years ago on my returning from 

 my visit to Charleston. 



Wednesday, 18. Crossed the lakes and Wackamaw, 

 and got in after eight o'clock to Brother Frink's. At 

 William Gause's I saw my kind mothers in Israel, 

 Gause and Rogers. I continue to expectorate blood. 

 Is it possible that the children of the French Protest- 

 ant martyrs to the tyranny of Louis XIY. and his 

 bloody priesthood can ever forget the God of their 

 fathers? Noble, holy men, may God gather in your 

 children to the latest generations! 



Friday, 20. A dash of rain stopped us awhile, but 

 we went forward thirty miles to Wilmington. I feel 

 the effect of the damps- 



