to take one more heavy load across, and he drove it himself.  It was drawn by several yoke of oxen, and their weight sunk the ice so that the water spouted through the air-holes and frightened them.  He knew that the beaten track, where the teams had trodden the ice solid, and the accumulated mud had shaded it, had not thawed as fast as the surrounding ice, and that to allow his wagon to swerve a foot, one way or the other, was to risk breaking in.  He ran along by the lead yoke, watching them so closely that he did not notice where he was walking, and several times he stepped off, knee-deep in little air-holes; but he took his load safely over.  As he went up the bank some half-drunken Germans in a sleigh dashed down on the ice and broke through, but were so near the shore that they easily got out.  But one of father’s wagons ever broke through, and it was driven by a careless hired man.  Father was ahead with another team.  He called back to the man to unhitch quickly and hitch on to the end of the tongue, for fear the team would break through, too, and running back, he put lumber under the wheels, and they pulled the wagon out.

Father gave away a great deal of wood over there.  In those days coal was scarce and high, and, consequently, wood was high also.  Many families were so glad to receive the wood as a gift, that they were willing to haul it twelve or fourteen miles.  And, winter after winter, he also kept two or three poor families supplied with wood from his timber at home, allowing them to come and help themselves.

Father and mother were always very generous, giving freely of money, wood, fruits, vegetables, milk, or whatever they had to spare, to those more needy than themselves.  I can not remember of ever seeing them charge any one for a night’s lodging, or turn any one away.

When father had anything to sell, he often refused to accept its market value, because he thought it was not really worth the price.  A friend once noticed him selling seed potatoes much below the market price, and told him that his generous habit of selling to his neighbors so cheaply would keep him poor.  He replied that the market price was extortionate, and that his conscience would not allow him to accept it.

In his later years he gave freely to help build various churches; and to State and General Missionary Societies, and to the many calls for money.

He could never stand by and order men around, but always took hold and did the hardest of the work himself; and the excessively heavy work of logging injured his health.  He had several severe spells of nervous rheumatism, and from that time his right arm was troubled with the trembling palsy, which grew worse until his death.  He had not been able to write with a pen for several years, and his “Recollections” were all written by holding a pencil in his right hand, and steadying that with the left hand.