“Soon after this, the camp broke and we were on the march.  I fell back with the officers of the rear guard, and the excitement of the morning was soon forgotten.  About 10 o’clock, a courier came back in haste, for me to see a man who had been thrown from his mule and crushed under the wheels of his wagon.  He did not know who the man was—­he was about half or three-quarters of a mile ahead.  The thought then occurred to me, I shall probably have to pass Mc’s team.  I will ride square up with the courier, and keep him between myself and the train.  When we came to the spot I inquired who the man was, for he was so mutilated I could not recognize him. It was Mc.  God was there.  Awe and terror took hold upon me.  I was dumb with amazement.

“Mc had dismounted and walked some fifty rods by the side of his team.  Attempting to remount, his mule whirled and pitched, and he was thrown upon his back, and his team with fourteen others instantly stampeded.  Both the fore and hind wheels on the near side of his wagon, passed directly over his face, and crushed every bone in his head.  It was a fearful sight; not a feature of the human face could be discerned.

“The stampeded teams were flying wildly over the prairie, in spite of every effort of the teamsters to control them.

“I directed the head of the corpse to be inserted in some new, thick sacks, in such a way as to prevent the oozing of blood, and that it be wrapped in his blanket and taken to the next camp for burial.  When the stampeded teams came in, it was found that no other person was injured, nor any damage done.

“The philosopher may tell us of the reign of law; of the coincidence of circumstances; of the action of natural causes; but, to the Christian, the fact still remains—­prayer was answered.  God heareth his people when they cry unto Him.”

THE PRAYER OF A MISSIONARY IN MEXICO ANSWERED.—­SAVED FROM BANDITTI.

“In the Spring of 1872, I was, with my wife and child, in the city of Cadereita, Mexico, where we had been laboring as missionaries, but felt it was our duty to return to the States for a little season, and had been asking God to open up the way for us.  At length, about the middle of March, the opportunity appeared to be given, the means being provided; but the country was in a state of revolution (a no uncommon thing there), and, consequently, there were no stages running out of the country, so we had to take conveyance in Mexican carts.  Therefore, we engaged two men, with their carts; one in which we might ride and carry a mattress, which should serve as a bed at night, and the other, to carry the baggage and provisions for ourselves and the horses, as our way was mostly through an uncultivated country.

“We knew that General Cortinas, with his troops, was somewhere between us and Texas, as the State we were in was one of those in rebellion.  The blood-thirsty character of General Cortinas is well known on the frontier, there being no less than seventeen indictments against him for murder in the State of Texas.  He is regarded as having a special hatred against Americans, and the Mexicans, themselves, stand in terror of him.