History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org

History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org History of the M.E. Church, Vol. IV - Media Sabda Org

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was circulated, and at eleven o'clock the congregation began to come together. The first man that came was a Seceder; as I had been reared among Seceders, he became much attached to me, and gave me all the encouragement he could. I tried to preach, God gave me great freedom of speech, and we had an excellent meeting, and Brother Cooper wept much. Here we organized a small class, and, having tarried one night longer, the next morning I started early. Brother Cooper and his wife went with me. About ten o'clock we halted at Mr. McCowan's. Here I was astonished to find a large congregation assembled. This being the Sabbath, they had come, hoping to meet the preacher, hearing there was one on his way to form a circuit. The house was a large, double cabin, with both rooms full, and a good many in the yard. I saw many Methodists among them, and they were singing Methodist hymns in a revival spirit. I spent most of the afternoon in class-meeting. This was truly a good day to my soul, and to the souls of many others. Here I found a class of about fifty members ready formed to my hand. I took some pains to learn the history of this society. It was formed by a local preacher who had resided several years in that vicinity. I regulated the society, appointed a class-leader, etc., and went on, bearing toward the Crab Orchard. I preached at Mr. Samuel Stewart's, and found a small class. Here I regulated matters, and appointed a class-leader. In this neighborhood I found a great many Baptists, who received me as the Lord's messenger. I felt myself at home, and would gladly have spent days in the place, but my work was before me. Before night I met with a man, who gave me a cordial invitation to preach in his house, where, finding a small society already organized, I made them a class-paper, appointed them a leader," etc. Thus had Methodism, by its peculiar practical system, been working like leaven all through these obscure regions. It trained its humblest people to labor in religion, and some of the humblest were the most useful. Young now met another striking example. He found a man who could exhort, and forced him into the service. They "traveled about twenty miles on Fishing Creek, and put up with an old gentleman by the name of Chappel. This was a curious neighborhood. Several things, worthy of remark, came under my observation. There was a Methodist society here, the preacher of which was a colored man by the name of 'Jacob.' I believe every member had been awakened under his preaching, said, by the assistance of Mr. Chappel's daughters, he had organized them into a class. One of the girls made out a class-paper, and they appointed Jacob leader. He was both preacher and leader; and, although he could not read a word, he could preach a good sermon. He had a kind master, who would read for him Saturday evenings; and when a text was read that suited Jacob, he would ask his master to read it again, memorize the text, book, chapter, and verse; then he was ready for his work. The next day was the Sabbath. The congregation was large, and I found his society in excellent order. I preached several times, and left this delightful place on Monday morning. I moved on toward the West. Some time after dark, and while stopping at a tavern, a man called at the door. Being asked what he wanted, he inquired if there was not a Methodist preacher there. I heard him, and was soon on the porch. He said he understood I was forming a circuit through that country, and wanted me to take in his house for one of the appointments. I asked him how far off he lived. 'Ten miles.' I replied, 'I will go with you tonight.' At a very late hour we arrived at a small log-cabin. He kindled a fire on the hearth, the light shone brightly, and I took a close view of everything within. I am sure it would have frightened anybody but a backwoodsman. There was no floor in the house. They had leveled off the ground, and made it somewhat smooth. There were hickory poles laid across in the place of joists. Some clapboards laid on these poles constituted the upper floor. There was neither bedstead, chair, nor table in the house. Some small stakes or forks had been driven down in the west corner of the cabin; they laid two round poles in the forks, and placed clapboards on these

poles. This was their bedstead. Some bedding, such as it was, formed all the sleeping place I saw for the man and his wife. The little Negro boy slept on the ground floor with a deerskin under him. I saw no cupboard furniture, excepting some earthen bowls of inferior quality. The woman of the house was badly crippled. I felt rather melancholy, and my mind began to run back to days of other years, when I was dwelling among my own people in ease and plenty; here I was in a strange land, without friends or money. The squalid appearance of the inside of the house made an impression on my mind that never can be erased. Surrounded by these gloomy circumstances, I had no friend to fly to but the Redeemer. I kneeled down and prayed, and the Lord blessed me. I felt happy and resigned to my lot. The next thing was to make my bed, and lie down to sleep. I spread, for my bed, a blanket that I kept under my saddle, and took a stool for my pillow. I had another blanket on which I rode; this I used for a sheet. My saddle-bags on the stool made my pillow soft, my overcoat became my covering. I thanked God that I had a pretty comfortable bed. I thought within myself, I am better off than my Saviour was, for he 'had not where to lay his head;' and far 'happier than the rich, who roll on beds of down, and enjoy all the luxuries of life. I had a comfortable night's rest, and rose in the morning much refreshed, and prepared for my day's labor. Breakfast was soon served up on a board bench. It consisted of corn and milk, but no spoons. When I turned up the bowl to drink, a black ring would make its appearance from the sediments in the bottom. Breakfast being over I retired to the woods, and spent the forenoon in reading and praying till preaching time. Returning, I saw the cabin pretty well filled with men and women. Although it was late in November, many of them had neither hats nor bonnets on their heads, nor shoes on their feet. I took my stand opposite the door, read a hymn, began to sing, and while I was singing, a remarkable man made his appearance. He was so distinguished from other men, that I will give some account of him. He was very large, with strongly-marked features. From the muscles of his face I perceived that he was a man of strong natural courage. He had a high forehead, very wide between the eyes, with a broad face; his whole form was well proportioned, his eyeballs remarkably large, showing a great deal of white. He fixed his eyes upon me, and looked as if he were scanning my whole person. Had I not been used to seeing rough men on the frontier of Kentucky, I should have been frightened. I looked him full in the eyes, and scanned him closely. His hair appeared as though it had never been combed, and made me think of old Nebuchadnezzar, and his head 'like eagles' feathers.' He wore no hat; his collar was open, and his breast bare; there was neither shoe nor moccasin on his feet. I finished my hymn, kneeled down and prayed, and took my text to preach. The man looked for no seat, but stood erect, gazing on me. Before I was half through I saw the tears roll down his rough cheeks. I closed, and told them that on that day four weeks I would be there again. I rode away, but could not forget the big man. I was sure he had distinguished himself some way, which made me anxious to find out his history. I soon learned that he was brother-in-law to the famous robber, Micajah Harp, a character so well known in the history of the West. No doubt they had been together in many a bloody affray. On my next round he joined the Church, and soon afterward became a Christian. He could neither read nor write. I procured him a spelling-book. His wife taught him to read, and he soon learned to write. On my third or fourth round I appointed him class-leader. He trimmed off his hair, bought a new hat, clothed himself pretty well, and became a respectable man. I heard of him several years afterward, and he was still holding on his heavenly way." Such facts show the times, and the manner in which Methodism met them, better than could whole chapters of dissertation. In almost all the settlements Young had similar adventures and success, and left them, followed with the blessings of the people, who were hungry for the word of

poles. This was <strong>the</strong>ir bedstead. Some bedding, such as it was, formed all <strong>the</strong> sleeping place I saw for<br />

<strong>the</strong> man and his wife. The little Negro boy slept on <strong>the</strong> ground floor with a deerskin under him. I saw<br />

no cupboard furniture, excepting some ear<strong>the</strong>n bowls <strong>of</strong> inferior quality. The woman <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house<br />

was badly crippled. I felt ra<strong>the</strong>r melancholy, and my mind began to run back to days <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r years,<br />

when I was dwelling among my own people in ease and plenty; here I was in a strange land, without<br />

friends or money. The squalid appearance <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> inside <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house made an impression on my mind<br />

that never can be erased. Surrounded by <strong>the</strong>se gloomy circumstances, I had no friend to fly to but <strong>the</strong><br />

Redeemer. I kneeled down and prayed, and <strong>the</strong> Lord blessed me. I felt happy and resigned to my lot.<br />

The next thing was to make my bed, and lie down to sleep. I spread, for my bed, a blanket that I kept<br />

under my saddle, and took a stool for my pillow. I had ano<strong>the</strong>r blanket on which I rode; this I used<br />

for a sheet. My saddle-bags on <strong>the</strong> stool made my pillow s<strong>of</strong>t, my overcoat became my covering. I<br />

thanked God that I had a pretty comfortable bed. I thought within myself, I am better <strong>of</strong>f than my<br />

Saviour was, for he 'had not where to lay his head;' and far 'happier than <strong>the</strong> rich, who roll on beds<br />

<strong>of</strong> down, and enjoy all <strong>the</strong> luxuries <strong>of</strong> life. I had a comfortable night's rest, and rose in <strong>the</strong> morning<br />

much refreshed, and prepared for my day's labor. Breakfast was soon served up on a board bench.<br />

It consisted <strong>of</strong> corn and milk, but no spoons. When I turned up <strong>the</strong> bowl to drink, a black ring would<br />

make its appearance from <strong>the</strong> sediments in <strong>the</strong> bottom. Breakfast being over I retired to <strong>the</strong> woods,<br />

and spent <strong>the</strong> forenoon in reading and praying till preaching time. Returning, I saw <strong>the</strong> cabin pretty<br />

well filled with men and women. Although it was late in November, many <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m had nei<strong>the</strong>r hats<br />

nor bonnets on <strong>the</strong>ir heads, nor shoes on <strong>the</strong>ir feet. I took my stand opposite <strong>the</strong> door, read a hymn,<br />

began to sing, and while I was singing, a remarkable man made his appearance. He was so<br />

distinguished from o<strong>the</strong>r men, that I will give some account <strong>of</strong> him. He was very large, with<br />

strongly-marked features. From <strong>the</strong> muscles <strong>of</strong> his face I perceived that he was a man <strong>of</strong> strong<br />

natural courage. He had a high forehead, very wide between <strong>the</strong> eyes, with a broad face; his whole<br />

form was well proportioned, his eyeballs remarkably large, showing a great deal <strong>of</strong> white. He fixed<br />

his eyes upon me, and looked as if he were scanning my whole person. Had I not been used to seeing<br />

rough men on <strong>the</strong> frontier <strong>of</strong> Kentucky, I should have been frightened. I looked him full in <strong>the</strong> eyes,<br />

and scanned him closely. His hair appeared as though it had never been combed, and made me think<br />

<strong>of</strong> old Nebuchadnezzar, and his head 'like eagles' fea<strong>the</strong>rs.' He wore no hat; his collar was open, and<br />

his breast bare; <strong>the</strong>re was nei<strong>the</strong>r shoe nor moccasin on his feet. I finished my hymn, kneeled down<br />

and prayed, and took my text to preach. The man looked for no seat, but stood erect, gazing on me.<br />

Before I was half through I saw <strong>the</strong> tears roll down his rough cheeks. I closed, and told <strong>the</strong>m that on<br />

that day four weeks I would be <strong>the</strong>re again. I rode away, but could not forget <strong>the</strong> big man. I was sure<br />

he had distinguished himself some way, which made me anxious to find out his history. I soon<br />

learned that he was bro<strong>the</strong>r-in-law to <strong>the</strong> famous robber, Micajah Harp, a character so well known<br />

in <strong>the</strong> history <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> West. No doubt <strong>the</strong>y had been toge<strong>the</strong>r in many a bloody affray. On my next<br />

round he joined <strong>the</strong> <strong>Church</strong>, and soon afterward became a Christian. He could nei<strong>the</strong>r read nor write.<br />

I procured him a spelling-book. His wife taught him to read, and he soon learned to write. On my<br />

third or fourth round I appointed him class-leader. He trimmed <strong>of</strong>f his hair, bought a new hat, clo<strong>the</strong>d<br />

himself pretty well, and became a respectable man. I heard <strong>of</strong> him several years afterward, and he<br />

was still holding on his heavenly way."<br />

Such facts show <strong>the</strong> times, and <strong>the</strong> manner in which Methodism met <strong>the</strong>m, better than could<br />

whole chapters <strong>of</strong> dissertation. In almost all <strong>the</strong> settlements Young had similar adventures and<br />

success, and left <strong>the</strong>m, followed with <strong>the</strong> blessings <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> people, who were hungry for <strong>the</strong> word <strong>of</strong>

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