We boarded six months. After the year was
up, Mr. Nation went to Holton, Kansas, and took charge of a church
there. He went before I did, and to save shipping our horse and buggy,
I drove through. In order to get a good start and directions for my journey,
I went to Bro. Ed. Crouce, who lived on a farm about five miles from
town. Our horse was not very safe for he had a way of balking. Bro.
Crouce told me to give him a severe cut across the back and give him the
reins if he attempted to balk. I tried this on two occasions, following his
directions. The horse reared up and acted in a way that terrified me, but I
conquered and for ten years I drove that horse. He was a noble beast
with almost human sense. This journey was four hundred miles. For a
hundred and fifty miles I was accompanied by a young girl of sixteen
years of age, who was a farmer's daughter and seemed to be afraid of
nothing. She was a great inspiration to me, preparing me to drive the two
hundred and fifty miles alone. The great difficulty was in finding places
to stop at night. I got so I did not look for large roomy houses for
entertainment, but the smaller ones. I found out that the friends of the
poor are the poor. Mr. Nation met me at Topeka and he was so pleased that
he said: "You shall have this horse and buggy for your own."
Holton was thirty miles north and we drove up together.
I began to have a contempt for popular preaching, keeping apart from
"clicks" and "sects".
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