Here is another:  “All things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them; for this is the law and the prophets.”  This means that all that God has ever spoken to man is to the end that each one love his neighbor as he loves himself.  No one can be a true neighbor who does not love God.  The neighbor, then, that is to be loved in this way must be a brother or sister in the Lord; and none but a brother or sister in the Lord is capable of loving in this way, and to this degree.  So you see that love to the neighbor, such as the law of Christ sets forth, implies supreme love to God.  This love makes heaven here, and there, and everywhere.

Here is one more:  “Love not in word only, but in deed and in truth.  He that hath this world’s good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?”

Brethren, the devil does not like the odor of CHARITY and FAITH in the church.  It is worse in his nose than the smoke of burning brimstone.  If you want to keep him out of the church, all you have to do is to keep brightly burning the fire of love on the altar of every heart; and from these altars, all together, there will ascend the odor of an incense that will put the devil to flight and keep him away forever.

FRIDAY, December 7.  Brother Kline, in company with brethren Brower and Rodecap, started to

THE PASTURES.

The Pastures comprise a considerable scope of rich grazing country in the western part of Augusta County and the eastern part of Highland County, Virginia.  This section is watered by two principal rivers of small size, respectively called the Calf Pasture and the Cow Pasture.  They are tributaries of the James river in Virginia.  Here these brethren preached day and night for some time.

We rarely find anything amusing in the Diary.  Brother Kline’s mind and heart were too deeply imbued with sincerity in religion and the life flowing out of it, to give place to things of a light or trivial character.  But for once, on this journey, we find one entry that brings a smile to the face:  One evening, when they were all seated around the fire at Brother Henry Snell’s the conversation turned upon a company of Indians that had, shortly before, passed along that way.  They asked permission to spend the night in one of Brother Snell’s outbuildings, which was cheerfully granted.

These Indians, Brother Snell went on to relate, had killed a wild turkey on their way that day, and in the evening asked the family for a suitable vessel in which to cook it.  This being furnished, they went on to prepare the turkey for the pot.  This they did in true Indian style.  Two squaws went through the performance.  One took hold of one wing, and the other took hold of the other wing; and thus between the two most of the feathers were removed.  They then opened the bird, removing such of the internal viscera as were thought not fit for food, washed it in a vessel of water, and then put it on to cook in the very same water they had washed it in.