Twenty Years on Horseback; or, Itinerating in West VirginiaWeekley, W. M. (William Marion)
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Twenty Years on Horseback; or, Itinerating in West Virginia
Weekley, W. M. (William Marion)
Weekley, W. M. (William Marion), 1851-1926
Philippi Circuit was seventy-five miles distant among the mountains, and
would require, owing to the bad roads, two and a half days of hard travel
on horseback to reach it. At the appointed time, April 11, 1870, early in
the morning, I rode out of the old lane and up the hillside. All I had of
earthly possessions was in my saddle-bags. One end contained my library,
(Bible, Hymn-book, “Smith’s Bible Dictionary,” “Binney’s Theological
Compend,” “Religious Emblems,” and one volume of “Watson’s Institutes,”)
while in the other was stored my wardrobe, scant and plain. When far up
on the side of the hill I looked back and saw mother standing on the
porch. She had not ceased to watch me from the moment I started. Tears
unbidden filled my eyes, and with these came an appreciation of our home
that I had never experienced before. The home had been humble, to be
sure, but it was Christian. We had a family altar, from which the sweet
incense of prayer ascended daily to God. I could truthfully say:
“Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow thee.”
A mile distant I joined, by a prearranged plan, Rev. G. W. Weekley, my
uncle, and Rev. Isaac Davis, both of whom were also en route to their
distant fields of toil.
At the end of the second day we reached Glady Fork, on Lewis Circuit,
where my uncle lived. How weary after so long a ride! At that time my
health was still so precarious, and my strength so limited, that I could
not walk a hundred yards up grade without resting. To dismount from
my horse, open and close a gate, and then get back into the saddle,
exhausted me. Remaining over a few days with my uncle, I tried to preach
on Sunday morning, but found myself exhausted at the end of twenty-four
minutes. In a few days, however, I was sufficiently rested from my long
ride to journey on to my own circuit, where I soon found the preacher in
charge, and plans were discussed for the year’s work. This was historic
ground. It was an old United Brethren field, having been traveled by
Statton, Stickley, Warner, Hensley, and others, in the late fifties and
early sixties, when it included twenty or more preaching-places, spread
over portions of several counties.
CHAPTER II.
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