and of the ways of doing work for God.  I soon found out I was not welcome, I was looked upon as an intruder, was often avoided, I could see the frowns and glances of impatience at my presence.  These would cause me many a cry and mortification.  My best companion was the Bible.  I then knew what David meant when he said:  “More to be desired are they, than gold, yea than much fine gold; sweeter also than the honey and the honey comb.”  I often kiss and caress my Bible; ’tis the most precious of all earthly treasures.

I wonder how people can live any kind of Christian life without reading the Scriptures and prayer.  If I neglect this one day I feel impatient, restless,—­a soul hunger.  Spurgeon is my favorite of all ministers.  I read where he said, “Being a Christian was something like taking a sea bath.  You go in up to the ankles and there is no pleasure, then to the knees is not much better, but if you wish to know the pleasure of a bath take a ‘header’ and plunge.  Then you can say, How glorious.”  Christian life is like a journey.  There are flowers and fruit and streams; thorns, dark valleys and fires; rocky steeps from whose summits you can see beautiful prospects.  There is rest, refreshment, sleep and bitter tearful watchings.  ’Tis a great pleasure to me to be in a spiritual meeting.  To know by the testimony how far they have traveled.  Some one in the garden of delights; he wonders why that one tells of the dark valley.  One at the base of the hill cannot understand why others see what he cannot.  The young beginner tells of the beautiful sights and songs; and maybe the one who has been on the road almost a life time will tell of the “continual heaviness, hours of darkness, and the smoking furnace, and the lamp.”  I have found that the warrior is never as bouyant as the new recruit, in his dress parade.  We humor children, and call on men to labor.  Few, comparatively, get to the place where they prefer hard labor; to endure desolation of heart; to seek self in nothing; to see all loved but himself; to see others exalted but only abasement for self; to “endure hardness as a good soldier; to lay on the ground; to eat hard tack; to make long, weary marches; footsore and still fight on; to suffer traveling over rocks and thorns; to endure the loss of all things.”  I will take this last for mine.  ’Tis the best, Oh my God, give me this!  “He that goeth forth and WEEPETH bearing precious seeds shall doubtless come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.”  I do not ask this because I enjoy suffering but to prove my love and gratitude to Him who loved me, and gave Himself for me.

After we moved to Medicine Lodge the Free Methodists came there and held a meeting.  I had never heard the doctrine of the “second blessing” or “sanctification” taught.  It was very interesting to me.  Three women called to see me in my home, to ask me if I had ever “had the Gift.”  I told them I had something peculiar given me from God in Texas; asked them to