“Our last quarterly meeting was a camp meeting.  We had a great many tents and a large turnout for a new country, and, perhaps, there never was a greater collection of rabble and rowdies.  They came drunk and armed with dirks, clubs, knives, and horsewhips, and swore they would break up the meeting.  After interrupting us very much on Saturday night, they collected on Sunday morning, determined on a general riot.  At eight o’clock I was appointed to preach.  About the time I was half through my discourse, two very fine-dressed young men marched into the congregation with loaded horsewhips, and hats on, and rose up and stood in the midst of the ladies, and began to laugh and talk.  They were near the stand, and I requested them to desist and get off the seats; but they cursed me and told me to mind my own business, and said they would not get down.  I stopped trying to preach, and called for a magistrate.  There were two at hand, but I saw they were both afraid.  I ordered them to take these two men into custody, but they said they could not do it.  I told them as I left the stand to command me to take them, and I would do it at the risk of my life.  I advanced toward them.  They ordered me to stand off, but I advanced.  One of them made a pass at my head, but I closed in with him and jerked him off the seat.  A regular scuffle ensued.  The congregation by this time were all in commotion.  I heard the magistrates giving general orders, commanding all friends of order to aid in suppressing the riot.  In the scuffle I threw my prisoner down, and held him fast; he tried his best to get loose.  I told him to be quiet, or I would pound his chest well.  The mob rose and rushed to the rescue of the two prisoners, for they had taken the other young man also.  An old, drunken magistrate came up to me, and ordered me to let my prisoner go.  I told him I should not.  He swore if I did not he would knock me down.  I told him to crack away.  Then one of my friends, at my request, took hold of my prisoner, and the drunken justice made a pass at me; but I parried the stroke, and, seizing him by the collar and the hair of the head, and fetching him a sudden jerk forward, brought him to the ground and jumped on him.  I told him to be quiet, or I would pound him well.  The mob then rushed to the scene; they knocked down seven magistrates, several preachers, and others.  I gave up my drunken prisoner to another, and threw myself in front of the friends of order.  Just at this moment, the ringleader of the mob and I met; he made three passes at me, intending to knock me down.  The last time he struck at me, by the force of his own effort he threw the side of his face toward me.  It seemed at that moment I had not power to resist temptation, and I struck a sudden blow in the burr of the ear and dropped him to the earth.  Just at this moment, the friends of order rushed by hundreds on the mob, knocking them down in every direction.”

Once, while crossing a river on a ferry-boat, he overheard a man cursing Peter Cartwright and threatening dire vengeance against him, and boasting that he could “whip any preacher the Lord ever made.”  This roused our preacher’s ire, and accosting the man, he told him he was Peter Cartwright, and that if he wanted to whip him he must do so then.  The fellow became confused, and said he did not believe him.