On Saturday we visited the springs at Ballston, very celebrated then for the medicinal qualities of the waters. The same day we rode forty miles to Kingsbury. Here at a quarterly meeting we met Bishop M’Kendree with several preachers. On Sunday Bishop Asbury preached in a grove to a thousand people from Matt. xvii, 5. I preached immediately after from 1 John i, 9. The bishop says in his journal, “Brother Boehm closed a meeting of three hours’ continuance.” The next morning we started with the two bishops for Cayuga Lake. For several days we traveled together. Bishop Asbury preached, Bishop M’Kendree exhorted, and I closed with prayer. We passed Utica and reached Cazenovia, where Bishop M’Kendree parted with us to go to Pittsburgh by Lake Erie, and we took another route, expecting to meet at the Western Conference. We went to Manlius Square and to Auburn. The bishop wrote, “No food or rest to-day.” We had quite a variety the next day: rain and mud and mud and rain. We rode six miles to Asa Cummins’s cabin, a humble place twelve feet square, but a warm reception within. The next day found us on one of the head branches of the Susquehanna, which was greatly swollen with heavy rains, so it was considered reckless to attempt to cross. No wonder the bishop wrote, “We had an awful time on Thursday in the woods among rocks and trees, living and dead, prostrate, barring our way. When we thought the bitterness of death was passed, behold the back-water had covered the causeway.” This was about two miles below Owego. We worked our passage round the Narrows with the utmost difficulty. However, we got safely through, to the astonishment of the people, particularly concerning our carriage. A gentleman by the name of Hathaway was very kind, and rendered us much assistance.