In the night I grew uneasy, being twenty-five miles from my
appointment for next morning at eleven o’clock; I prevailed on a young
man to attempt carrying me with horses until day, which he thought was
impracticable, considering the darkness of the night and the thickness
of the trees. Solitary shrieks were heard in these woods, which he
told me were said to be the cries of murdered persons. At day we
parted, being still seventeen miles from the spot, and the ground
covered with a white frost. I had not proceeded far before I came to a
stream of water from the springs of the mountain, which made it
dreadful cold; in my heated state I had to wade this stream five times
in the course of about an hour, which I perceived so affected my body
that my strength began to fail. Fears began to arise that I must
disappoint the people, till I observed some fresh tracks of horses
which caused me to exert every nerve to overtake them in hopes of aid
or assistance on my journey, and soon I saw them on an eminence. I
shouted for them to stop, till I came up; they inquired what I wanted;
I replied I had heard there was meeting at Seversville by a stranger
and was going to it. They replied that they had heard that a crazy man
was to hold forth there and were going also; and perceiving that I was
weary, they invited me to ride, and soon our company was increased to
forty or fifty who fell in with us on the road, from different
plantations. At length I was interrogated, whether I knew anything
about the preacher. I replied. “I have heard a good deal about him,
and have heard him preach, but I have no great opinion of him.” And
thus the conversation continued for some miles before they found me
out, which caused some color and smiles in the company.
Thus I got on to meeting, and after taking a cup of tea gratis, I
began to speak to a vast audience; and I observed about thirty to have
the _jerks_. Though they strove to keep still as they could, these
emotions were involuntary, and irresistible, as any unprejudiced eye
might discern. Lawyer Porter (who had come a considerable distance)
got his heart touched under the word and being informed how I came to
meeting, voluntarily lent me a horse to ride near one hundred miles
and gave me a dollar, though he had never seen me before.
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