Soon we were seated at the breakfast table, which was placed in the church room with benches around it for seats.  I was honored by being placed at one end of the table.  What a meal it was!  Not only had Mrs. Manoela taxed her own larder, but the other members, who by this time had arrived in large numbers, had brought in many good things.  I cannot tell what the dishes were, for the reason that I do not know.  It is sufficient to say that every one was good—­perhaps our appetite helped out our appreciation of some of them.  There were as many as eight dishes the like of which I had never tasted before.  How do you suppose I managed it when they served some delicious cane molasses, and, instead of bread to go with it, they served cream cheese?  I asked Maddox how I should work this combination.  He replied by cutting up his cheese into his plate of molasses and eating the mixture.  I did the same thing, and I bear testimony that it was fine.  By the time the breakfast was concluded, I had scored a point with our good friends, for they thought that a stranger who could render such a good account of himself at a Brazilian breakfast must be very much like themselves. (Let us explain about Brazilian meals:  They take coffee in the early morning.  Bread and butter is served with the coffee.  Breakfast, which is a very substantial meal, is served about eleven o’clock.  Dinner, which is the chief meal of the day, is served about five o’clock in the afternoon.  At bedtime light refreshments are served, which are often substantial enough to make another meal).

After breakfast was over, and it was some time before it was over, for the crowd had to be fed, we assembled for worship.  The congregation was too large for the little room, so the men built a beautiful arbor out of bamboo cane.  When Maddox told me we were to hold services under an arbor I was dissappointed, for somehow there had come over me a great desire to speak from that large pulpit in the little room.  My dissappointment was short-lived, however, for when we reached the arbor there were the pulpit and the lace-covered chairs!  It was a gracious service.  The Spirit of the Lord was upon us.  The sermon lost none of its effect from the fact that it had to be interpreted, because Maddox interpreted it with sympathy and power.

After preaching, four were received for baptism.  They were not converted at this service, but had been expecting to come for some time.  Maddox baptized them in the spring branch, which had been deepened by a temporary dam being thrown across it.  One of those baptized was a woman ninety years of age.