lived, and she wanted to make her a visit, and asked if she might ride with me. O course she could, and we started. We had an immense hill to go down, and when we got to it, Sister Quinn, who was quite nervous, wanted to get out, and walk down; but I encouraged her to remain in the buggy. Sure enough, the colt got to going faster and faster, in spite of all I could do to hold him, until we were winding around the bluff at a rapid rate. Sister Quinn wished she had walked down the hill, and so did I. She kept saying, "Why didn't you let me walk, Brother Hill?" and I wished I had. A huge tree lay some distance from the road, straight down the bluff. I knew the horse could not possibly get over it, so turned him straight for it. When he got there he had to stop, and Sister Quinn was glad, and so was I.

But our troubles did not end here. After we reached the foot of the hill, the colt tied behind began to pull back. One horse pulling forward and the other pulling backward made sad work of it; as a husband and wife do when they pull different ways. To remedy this difficulty, I tied the offending colt to the shaft beside the other one, and we went along very well until the naughty colt made a great jump to one side, and broke the shaft all to pieces. It took some time and a little money to rig up again; but patience and perseverance overcome all obstacles, and we eventually arrived at our destination in safety.

In our journey to the better land we often meet with difficulties in the way, but with the help of God every obstacle may be surmounted, and the weary pilgrim find sweet rest in heaven at last.

Summer 1882

The summer of 1882 I did not hold any tent meetings in new fields being occupied in building up the work among the churches. In the autumn we held a general meeting at Eagle Lake, at which Sister Plum requested that a course of meetings be held at Good Thunder, a town situated about thirteen miles south of Mankato, on the Wells & Mankato branch of the C. & M. R. R.. It was decided I should go and see what could be done. It was a German town, with comparatively few American people in it. It was a great place for drinking beer. The Catholics and Lutherans would flock to church on Sunday morning; and after their meeting, the sisters would sell their butter and eggs at the stores, while the brethren would regale themselves with beer and tobacco in the saloons, not having the remotest idea that they were not