and camp-meetings of later days. It was on an occasion of this kind, when travelling to a meeting with his friend, “that an accident befell, which, for the time, was a great exercise” to them. “One John Jay, a friend, of Barbadoes, was intending to accompany us,” says George Fox, “through the woods to Maryland; and he being to try a horse, got upon his back, and he fell a running, and cast him down upon his head, and broke his neck, as the people said. They that came near him took him up for dead, and carried him a good way and laid him on a tree. I got to him as soon as I could, and feeling of him, concluded him to be dead. And as I stood by him, pitying him and his family, I took hold of his hair, and his head turned anyway, his neck was so limber. Whereupon, throwing away my stick and my gloves, I put one hand under his chin and the other behind his head, and raised his head two or three times with all my strength, and brought it in. I soon perceived that the neck was right; he began to rattle in the throat, and soon after to breathe. The people were amazed, but I bid them have a good heart and be of good faith and carry him into the house. They did so, and set him by the fire; but I bid them get him some warm thing to drink and put him to bed. After he had been in the house awhile, he began to speak, but did not know where he had been. The next day we passed away, and he with us, about sixteen miles, to a meeting, through woods and bogs, and over a river, where we swam our horses, and got over ourselves upon a hollow tree; and many hundreds of miles did he travel with us after this.” But we must now leave George Fox and his friends, and return to the affairs of Maryland.