Our first camp meeting was held in a tent a mile and three-quarters from
our home. Warning was sent around the neighborhood for the people to lock
their chicken coops as the camp meeting was being financed only by two poor
men, who were giving free meals to all who came.
We had a wonderful meeting; many souls were saved and sanctified and devils
were cast out, some were healed. We had some very straight preaching as we
had some very fiery ministers who preached; such as, Brother and Sister C.
M. Tubbs and the Brothers Enos and Elihu Key, Brother Thomas Nelson and
Brother Tilgut.
The country around was stirred and people tried everything in their power
to hinder the meeting. Some business men of our own home town (Paynesville)
hired a team and borrowed a three or four-seated platform buggy from the
implement Company and placed a small cannon on it, drove to within a few
rods of the gospel tent and fired the cannon. The chairman of the town
Board came to me and wanted me to have them arrested. But I said, "No, let
them go."
The Lord "fined" them for us: As they were shooting off the cannon the
horses took fright and ran away into the timber, smashing up the new buggy
and tearing the harness to pieces. That saved us the court proceedings.
* * * * *
The second camp meeting I was in, among the saints, was at Grand Forks, N.
Dakota. I was called there especially to preach in the Scandinavian
language as well as to help in the English preaching. When the first
evening service was over every one who had no place to sleep was to stand
outside the tabernacle near the big oak tree. One by one they got their
place to sleep. Finally I was left standing all alone in the dark. No one
offered me a place so I walked around among the trees. The camp meeting was
held in the timber along the banks of the Red River. While I was looking
for a place to lie down and rest, a man came running toward me and said,
"Don't you have a place to sleep?" I said, "No." He said, "You go to that
covered wagon over there and you'll find a place." As I approached the
wagon I saw six feet sticking out of the wagon, almost to the knees, so
there was no room for me.
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