three others, sole occupants of the house. I went home thinking I had not accomplished much good, and have never tried to do good in that way again.

Old Friends in new Places

A remarkable case of recognition. As I was working for Jared Emmerson, he remarked one day, "I don't care a groat." His brother said: "What is a groat?" Mrs. Emmerson replied: "A groat is a fourpence; I used to go to school to a man by the name of Groat, and the children used to say: 'Who cares for a Groat? A groat is nothing but a fourpence.' "

I said, "I used to go to a teacher by that name, and the children used to say the same to him."

"Well, this man's name was Ebenezer Groat."

"The teacher I went to was called Ebenezer Groat."

"This man taught at No. 4 Hill, Canada."

'That is just where I went to school to him," and so it turned out we were old schoolmates and had been acquainted again for months without the least thought that we had ever seen each other before.

Meetings in Kingston September 1875

In September, Brother Grant came to Grove Lake for me to go to Kingston, Meeker County, to hold tent meetings. I only had a day or two in which to get ready. My little wife worked day and night, almost, to put my clothes in order. Brother Grant took me in his buggy to Litchfield, where I took the train for Dassel. From there I walked to Kingston, a distance of nine miles. There was not a friend to greet me in the town. I went to the hotel, and it cost me one dollar the first night.

Brother Phelps, who was to labor with me, did not come, and I determined to hold meetings in the schoolhouse instead of the tent. I published my meetings far and wide, but only a few attended. Religion was at a very low ebb in the town. I often went into the grove, and prayed God to help me, and He did. The interest increased, and seven adults decided to walk in the light, among whom was Sister Hall, wife of the leading merchant in the place. I was invited to their