rribly burned. The whole foot was badly
swollen, the inflammation reaching some distance up the leg. The child
was feverish, and seemed in a serious condition. It happened that on
that trip I had forgotten to bring the simple remedies which I was
accustomed to take out with me, so the woman was told nothing could be
done. But she begged so piteously that I could not turn away; and
lifting up my heart in prayer I asked the Lord to guide me, if there was
anything I could do.

Even while I prayed the thought of a bread poultice came to mind. This
remedy seemed almost absurd. I had never heard of such a thing being
used before under like circumstances, but I resolved to try it. Twice a
day the foot was cleansed and put in the poultice, and it was really
wonderful to see how it healed. We were there ten days, and when we left
the foot was almost completely well. The mother, father, the child
herself, and indeed the whole family, became Christians. On a later
visit I examined the foot, and found not even the sign of a scar
remaining.

I told this incident not long ago to a medical doctor, and he said:
"Why, there is no miracle in _that_! It was just up-to-date
hygiene--giving nature a chance by cleanliness!"

I replied: "Doctor, to me the miracle lay, not in the poultice, but in
God's telling me what to use; and now it is to me all the more a miracle
of prayer, since you say it was up-to-date hygienic treatment."

* * * * *

At the same place, some years later, we were conducting special tent
meetings for Christians in the day time, and for the heathen at night.
Just after our meetings began the weather turned bitterly cold, with
wind and sleety rain. The tent was like a drafty ice-house. My husband
caught a severe cold, which became worse each day. He had fever and
severe pains in head and chest, but would not give up his meetings. One
noon he came from the meeting looking very ill, and lay down to rest
till the afternoon meeting.

I determined to take the Christians into my confidence, and tell them of
my anxiety for Mr. Goforth. So, some time before the afternoon meeting
I slipped out and called them into the tent, telling them of my
husband's condition and asking them to pray for him. Oh, what a wave of
earnest, heart-overflow of prayer went up without a moment's pause! The
tears came to my eyes as I thought, "Surely God will answer such
prayers!"

Then, fearing my husband might arr