lightning; he swelled & ^immediately^ turned black; this created a great wailing
and mourning among his family. Brother Brown and myself assisted
in laying him out, and burying him; he died Feby. 14th, 1835, and
we buried him on the 16th.,

This singular dispensation of providence brought solemnity
upon the people, and they began to reflect and wished to heare
preaching; we held several meetings and preached to the people, and
baptized Mr. Hubbel and his wife, aged people ^persons^, who had opened their
doors, and given us a home; and just as we had got the people
prepared to receive the Gospel, and anxious to learn and pleading with
us to stay and preach, bro. Brown resolved that he would continue
his journey south. I was fully satisfied that should we stop, we would
build up a church, and was convinced it was our duty to stop
but bro. Brown held the office of an Elder ^& I submitted^ and I was a Priest, we
were travelling together upon a mission, and I felt that I must be
subject to those over me in the priesthood, so I submitted.

This is an error which many have committed in this church
who were sent as Missionaries to the world, as soon as they got doors
open and a people prepared to receive the Gospel, they go away and
leave them: we left this people with tears in their eyes. Brother
Brown did not baptize another person ^on the mission^ during his whole southern
mission.

March 2, we cut down a large cotton wood tree, and ^in ◊ two days^ dug out
a canoe 4 feet wide & 12 feet long, put on a pair of oars and ^then^ rowed
down the Arkansas river, 125 miles, to little Rock, begging our food
by the way, a meal at a time, as we had opportunity; after visiting
little Rock we travelled down the river 10 miles, and tied up our
canoe on the east bank and stopped with Mr. Jones, I preached
next day at his house. On the 16th, we left our canoe with Mr. Jones
and walked back up the river 10 miles, opposite little Rock, and took
the old military road, and started to wade the Mississippi swamp
which was mostly covered with water from little Rock, Arkansas, to Memphis,
Tennessee, a distance of about 175 miles. We waded through mud and
water knee deep, day after day, and in some instances 40 miles per day,
before we could get a stopping place.

lightning; he swelled & immediately turned black; this created a great wailing and mourning among his family. Brother Brown and myself assisted in laying him out, and burying him; he died Feby. 14th, 1835,

This singular dispensation of providence brought solemnity upon the people, and they began to reflect and wished to hear preaching; we held several meetings and preached, and baptized Mr. Hubbel and his wife, , who had opened their doors, and given us a home; and just as we had got the people prepared to receive the Gospel, and anxious to learn and pleading with us to stay and preach, bro. Brown resolved that he would continue his journey south. I was fully satisfied that should we stop, we would build up a church, and was convinced it was our duty to stop but bro. Brown held the office of an Elder & I submitted ,

who were sent as Missionaries to the world, as soon as they got doors open and a people prepared to receive the Gospel, they go away and leave them: we left this people with tears in their eyes. Brother Brown did not baptize another person on the mission .

March 2, we cut down a large cotton wood tree, and in two days dug out a canoe 4 feet wide & 12 long, put on a pair of oars and rowed down the Arkansas river, 125 miles, to little Rock, begging our food by the way, a meal at a time, as we had opportunity; after visiting little Rock we travelled down the river 10 miles, and tied up our canoe on the east bank and stopped with Mr. Jones, I preached next day at his house. On the 16th, we left our canoe with Mr. Jones and walked back up the river 10 miles, opposite little Rock, and took the old military road, and started to wade the Mississippi swamp which was mostly covered with water from little Rock, Arkansas, to Memphis, Tennessee, a distance of about 175 miles. We waded through mud and water knee deep, day after day, and in some instances 40 miles per day, before we could get a stopping place.