A certain Methodist class-leader, a Christian (?)
gentleman (?), announced himself ready to
thrash the evangelist if he could lure him to his
home. A few people suddenly got such a re-
ligious spell as to call the people together for
special prayer that God would prevent the preach-
er from coming. For some reason God failed to
answer their prayer, and upon the appointed day,
I arrived and opened fire, and without respect of
persons they got their portion, sinners, backslid-
ers, hypocrites or cold professors. From the

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very first the God of battles was with me, the
heavenly fire came down, the altar was filled and
many sinners were converted. The news of the
great meeting spread, the interest increased, the
crowds packed the house, the fighters became
more and more angry, conviction deepened, and
the devil worked industriously enough to keep
everything interesting. It was a great meeting.
A few times the meeting ran all night until the
next morning. I promised a man to go home and
stay all night with him and as we stepped out of
the house the sun was coming up in the east.
Such meetings are what a man of my tempera-
ment and experience is sure to enjoy.
