Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

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Phineas F. Bresee A PRINCE IN ISRAEL By E. A. Girvin CHAPTER 2 Removal to Iowa -- Quarterly Meeting at Millersburg -- Kosta Circuit -- Davy Jones' Locker -- Revival at Marengo -- Sent to Pella Early in 1857, the father of Doctor Bresee, accompanied by his son-in-law, Giles H. Cowley, went to Iowa, with the intention of moving there if they were pleased with the country. While there, they bought a farm out on the prairie, after which the father returned to New York state, with the object of coming to Iowa later with his family. The son-in-law remained in Iowa, where in June he was joined by Phineas, the rest of the family removing there later in the summer, when they all settled on the prairie and lived in a log house. Doctor Bresee described the scene as follows: "Oh, how beautiful the prairies looked to me in June-- great stretches of them, with nothing but green grass and flowers, waving in the breezes. I never will forget when I first saw those prairies. We lived there and worked on the farm two or three months. My brother-in-law and I boarded at a place where it was hard to get enough to eat, but we used to go out after dinner and eat watermelons and trout, and fill up. It was just astonishing how much fun we had that summer. We used to say that once in awhile the old lady where we boarded would try to have something extra, and that she kept an old rooster there, and when she wanted to make chicken for us, she would take the old rooster and lead him around a ditch, and when she wanted to make it extra good, she would lead him through. We lived there and worked those months. Then my father and mother and sister came, and they lived there." It was in the fall of 1857, that Phineas went on his first circuit. Their farm was about six or seven miles west of Millersburg, on the road that went directly west through the state. The next town, fourteen miles west of them, was Montezuma. Much of Iowa was a wilderness in those days, and was unsettled prairie. Their home was along the fringes of civilization. Comparatively little religious work was being done. Here and there a meeting was held in a schoolhouse or a private home. A church was a rare thing, but there were a few scattered over the country, and in some of the towns. A pressing demand existed for somebody to hold meetings, and Phineas immediately responded to that demand. The people finding out that he was an exhorter, called on him to preach. Occasionally, when he did not have a meeting at the church of which he was a member, he would go to Millersburg, where at that time there was a Methodist class, and later he united with this class. I will quote from Doctor Bresee as to this occasion: " On Saturday I went to the quarterly meeting. We walked seven miles to Millersburg, through the dust and dirt of the road. I arrived towards night. The Saturday morning meeting and the quarterly conference were both past. William Simpson, a distant relative of Bishop Simpson--a second cousin I think--who was a man of sterling worth and character and of good ability, was a frontier preacher at that time. He was one of the early preachers in Iowa, and a great, strong fellow, six feet high, with black hair, and a big heart. He was the Presiding Elder. I think that he had called upon the preacher to give the message on Saturday morning. He was telling me about it, and he said that the sermon had one redeeming quality--it was short. But he insisted on my preaching Saturday night. They had a custom in those days of appointing some boy preacher to fill the pulpit on Saturday nights, at the quarterly meeting. I thought I had to do as I was told, so I tried to preach. I preached from the text about the healing of the m an with the weak ankles, where

Peter and John were going up into the temple. I had a good time, and evidently Simpson was greatly pleased with me. Seemingly I was a promising young lad, and those old fellows always had their eyes out for the boys, to get them. As I heard Bishop Janes say one day when he was preaching with all his might on the ministry--suddenly pausing in his sermon: 'Brother, brother, get hold of the boys; get hold of the boys. Get them out on the circuit before these college presidents and professors get hold of them.' They worked on that principle. Kosta "So Simpson said that he was going to hold a campmeeting over along the Iowa river, at Kosta, early in the fall of 1857, and he insisted that I should come to that campmeeting. He said that he would have the class at Kosta recommend me to that quarterly conference, and would have me licensed to preach, and recommended to the Annual Conference, and that I should unite with the Conference. It was necessary for him to take that course, because the quarterly conference at Kosta, of which I speak, had adjourned. Simpson arranged with the preacher to do that, and I didn't hear anything more of it. I went to the campmeeting about twenty miles over on the Iowa river. There were a live set of Methodists over there, at Kosta, a strong class of really hallelujah people. So Simpson put me up to preach, and I tried to preach the best I could. However, the people who belonged to the class at Millersburg, and who didn't know anything about me, or know me at all, but had only seen me two or three times, said that, although they were not acquainted with me, still if I could preach any, they needed me very much in that country, and that it was not worth while to recommend me to this other quarterly conference, because they had plenty for me to do there. Accordingly they refused to recommend me. So when Simpson came to the campmeeting, I was there, and he found no recommendation; but in those days they had a way of doing things, anyway. He said that it didn't make any difference; he was going to recommend me, and he recommended me to the quarterly conference, and had me licensed and recommended to the Annual Conference; after which they requested that I be sent to that circuit as the junior preacher, which was done." Rev. A. C. Barnhart was the preacher in charge He was a man of great hortatory force and a very good man. Although not a great preacher, he could exhort and pray, and sing his way through. This was a four weeks' circuit. It extended from some place between Marengo and Iowa City, west, for about fifteen or twenty miles, up the Iowa river, then directly west across the prairies an equal distance, and then extended south to Brooklyn. At that point it turned east again and went down into Iowa county to Williamsburg, and then back to Marengo. This was the Marengo circuit. Marengo was the county seat of Iowa county. Davy Jones' Locker In the northwest part of that circuit there lived a man named Jones. The place was so isolated that it was commonly called 'Davy Jones' Locker." Nevertheless, the people would gather together there to attend meetings. It looked as if there was not another human being living within the range of vision anywhere in the neighborhood. However, many of the settlers who lived in little cottages which were out of sight, would come with their oxen, wagons, horses, guns, babies and older children, and people would gather from far and near. During the service, Mrs. Jones would prepare dinner for them all. Although the Jones family lived in a log house, amid somewhat primitive

<strong>Phineas</strong> F. <strong>Bresee</strong><br />

A PRINCE IN ISRAEL<br />

By E. A. Girvin<br />

CHAPTER 2<br />

Removal to Iowa -- Quarterly Meeting at Millersburg --<br />

Kosta Circuit -- Davy Jones' Locker -- Revival at Marengo -- Sent to Pella<br />

Early in 1857, the father of Doctor <strong>Bresee</strong>, accompanied by his son-in-law, Giles H. Cowley, went<br />

to Iowa, with the intention of moving there if they were pleased with the country. While there, they<br />

bought a farm out on the prairie, after which the father returned to New York state, with the object<br />

of coming to Iowa later with his family. The son-in-law remained in Iowa, where in June he was<br />

joined by <strong>Phineas</strong>, the rest of the family removing there later in the summer, when they all settled<br />

on the prairie and lived in a log house. Doctor <strong>Bresee</strong> described the scene as follows: "Oh, how<br />

beautiful the prairies looked to me in June-- great stretches of them, with nothing but green grass and<br />

flowers, waving in the breezes. I never will forget when I first saw those prairies. We lived there and<br />

worked on the farm two or three months. My brother-in-law and I boarded at a place where it was<br />

hard to get enough to eat, but we used to go out after dinner and eat watermelons and trout, and fill<br />

up. It was just astonishing how much fun we had that summer. We used to say that once in awhile<br />

the old lady where we boarded would try to have something extra, and that she kept an old rooster<br />

there, and when she wanted to make chicken for us, she would take the old rooster and lead him<br />

around a ditch, and when she wanted to make it extra good, she would lead him through. We lived<br />

there and worked those months. Then my father and mother and sister came, and they lived there."<br />

It was in the fall of 1857, that <strong>Phineas</strong> went on his first circuit. Their farm was about six or seven<br />

miles west of Millersburg, on the road that went directly west through the state. The next town,<br />

fourteen miles west of them, was Montezuma. Much of Iowa was a wilderness in those days, and<br />

was unsettled prairie. Their home was along the fringes of civilization. Comparatively little religious<br />

work was being done. Here and there a meeting was held in a schoolhouse or a private home. A<br />

church was a rare thing, but there were a few scattered over the country, and in some of the towns.<br />

A pressing demand existed for somebody to hold meetings, and <strong>Phineas</strong> immediately responded to<br />

that demand. The people finding out that he was an exhorter, called on him to preach. Occasionally,<br />

when he did not have a meeting at the church of which he was a member, he would go to<br />

Millersburg, where at that time there was a Methodist class, and later he united with this class. I will<br />

quote from Doctor <strong>Bresee</strong> as to this occasion: " On Saturday I went to the quarterly meeting. We<br />

walked seven miles to Millersburg, through the dust and dirt of the road. I arrived towards night. The<br />

Saturday morning meeting and the quarterly conference were both past. William Simpson, a distant<br />

relative of Bishop Simpson--a second cousin I think--who was a man of sterling worth and character<br />

and of good ability, was a frontier preacher at that time. He was one of the early preachers in Iowa,<br />

and a great, strong fellow, six feet high, with black hair, and a big heart. He was the Presiding Elder.<br />

I think that he had called upon the preacher to give the message on Saturday morning. He was telling<br />

me about it, and he said that the sermon had one redeeming quality--it was short. But he insisted on<br />

my preaching Saturday night. They had a custom in those days of appointing some boy preacher to<br />

fill the pulpit on Saturday nights, at the quarterly meeting. I thought I had to do as I was told, so I<br />

tried to preach. I preached from the text about the healing of the m an with the weak ankles, where

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