nsertion of his plain, practical sermon to-day. They
found, as usual, a hearty welcome here; and in truth the same may be
said of every place they visited. And why not? Even these primitive
people were quick to perceive and appreciate the good will with which
they had come. Besides, they made themselves sociable and entertaining
in the families under whose roofs they found shelter. Brother Kline
had an inexhaustible fund of information gained by reading and
traveling, and he was not reserved in the way of keeping it all to
himself. Brother Kline was what may be called a good conversationalist.
He did not flood your attention with words, nor bore you with tiresome
narratives of great exploits in which he was the hero. He would tell
you of sights he had seen, and experiences he had had in traveling and
otherwise, in a way that would so absorb you in the _narrative_ that
you lost sight of the man. He always aimed to exalt his _subject_ and
not the speaker. This was true in his preaching as well as in his
conversations.

SATURDAY, September 22. They came to Brother Elias Ovel's for dinner.
In the afternoon preaching in the meetinghouse and love feast at
night. Brother Miller served.

TUESDAY, September 25. They had meeting at Brother Peter Feiga's. An
election was held in which Samuel Feiga was elected speaker, and
Tobias Moser deacon. They staid all night at Thomas Clark's.

Brother Kline got home from this journey Sunday evening, October 7.
Brother Miller got home the next day. They were gone three weeks and
four days.

MONDAY, December 31. At home. I have this year traveled, mostly on
horseback, 4,286 miles, and preached forty-two funeral sermons.

SATURDAY, January 5, 1856. At home. Cold; snows very fast all day.

SATURDAY, January 12. Snows all this day again, very fast. Sleighing
is likely to be fine for a while; a rare occurrence in our State.

SUNDAY, January 20. Snows all this day, again. The snow is now very
deep, and as it is not drifted sleighing will be surpassingly fine.

MONDAY, January 21. Brother John Zigler of Timberville dies very
suddenly this morning, at the age of sixty-nine years, two months and
twenty-seven days. This is county court day in Harrisonburg. I am told
this evening by some who were present, that there were hundreds of
sleighs of all shapes and sizes to be seen in the streets. So far as
my knowledge extends, a scene like that has never before been
witnessed in Harrisonburg. The ro