Harrisburgh was then a small village; it did not become a borough till five years after I was there. We did not then cross the Susquehanna on a bridge that cost $150,000, but in an old scow. Horse-boats were not then in existence. Most of the inhabitants were Germans. We were kindly entertained at Friend Zollinger’s, a very fine family, who afterward became Methodists. What has God wrought? Now we have in Harrisburgh five hundred members and forty-eight probationers, and a beautiful church edifice worth nineteen thousand dollars. Columbia was another of our preaching places. I was at this spot in 1791, when it was called “Wright’s Ferry,” from John Wright, a Quaker preacher, who came from England, and was the original land proprietor. Methodism was introduced here near the close of the last century. In 1803-4 we had a small society of very lively members, among whom were John Mitchell, brother of William and James Mitchell, traveling preachers, Brother Gough, an Englishman, and others. In Columbia we have now a fine house of worship worth $11,000, a parsonage worth $1,800, and a membership of two hundred and fifty. My presiding elder was James Smith, a native of Ireland, and a man of large frame. There being several of that name in the conference, we used to call him “Big Jimmy,” to distinguish him from “Baltimore James” and “Delaware James.” In the days of his glory and strength he was quite a preacher. I took a tour with him for several days. He preached in English, and I immediately translated his sermons into German. There was no other way by which he could get access to the people or be understood by them, for many of them had never heard a sermon in English. German was the pioneer language, and prepared the way for the English. I could have accomplished but little there if I had not been able to preach in German. We were all the time breaking up new ground, entering new fields, stretching ourselves beyond ourselves. It was pioneer work.