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Found John Armstrong basking in the sun outside the door, upon the grass. His old Uncle Porcupine reposed upon a blanket in one corner of the room, looking supremely indifferent to us - and all Missionaries in general. Poor old Man! 80 years old, and no hope in Christ! A mind as dark as Midnight, "Lord, increase our faith!" "Well, John where are the seats your promised to make?" "Oh," said he - "nobody coming. - all gone off to a Pagan dance at Pine woods. Sam. Jamerson said he'd get teams for all that would go to break up your meeting!"

  Rather discouraging.  Mon failte! Mone failte!  "Very well".  said I - "Sam will get tired of taking away the people every Sunday."

After awhile we look up the road and saw some children coming. Who were soon followed by parents - & soon we had a little Congregation of 20! - We prayed, talked & sang, besides teaching them these verses- 1. God is love. 2. Fear God. 3. Thou god seesh? me. 4. Love your enemies. 5. Create in me a clean heart O God, and renew