moment that I am opposed to higher
education, and University training. All these things are a great
help and blessing to any person, provided, he or she accepts that
wisdom that comes from God through His Bible. No man knows anything
beyond the horizon of the present, except what God's Bible reveals.
And faith here becomes the only means by which this knowledge is
obtained. But this is not to be wondered at, for is it not a fact
that we are dependent on faith for nearly all knowledge. Faith is
the greatest principle in the world, unless it is love. And faith is
simply belief. Happy is the man who believes all things and proves
all things, and holds fast to all that is good.

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C H A P T E R E L E V E N

A meeting. Go to Kansas, 1967. Nine Mile House. Do Stones
grow? On the shelf. The Spencers. The Johnsons. Brother
Rufus. March 15, 1868.

During the holidays of the year I was in school in Indianapolis I
held a good meeting at Christian Liberty where I had taught and
preached for a number of years. Many hearing, believed and were
baptized. It was at this place afterwards that I preached my
farewell sermon to old Indianans before going to Kansas. There were
a great many people at this meeting. Among them a Methodist preacher
who, being free to address the people, complimented me by saying that
I had not only been a faithful servant of God among my own people but
also among all people. He also said that while I left many friends
in Indiana I would make many in Kansas. I am happy to say, I have
found it even so. That preacher after ran for Governor of Indiana.

I was doing so well and had so many friends in Indiana that I had
about abandoned the idea of going to Kansas, but mother, two of my
brothers and my two sisters, were already in Kansas and were pleading
with me to visit them at any rate. So about the first of July, 1867
I took a train from Washington, Indiana, to St. Louis, Mo, and from
there I boarded a steamer for Leavenworth, Kansas, where I landed on
the tenth of July, 1867. Our steamer, however, had made a landing
early in the morning at Wyandotte to unload some railroad irons for
the second road in Kansas. While there I steeped off on the muddy
shore remarking that that was the first time I had ever dotted Kansas
soil with my feet. "Well sir" said an old darky standing by, "this
as a mighty big dot where you step off." I do not know to this day
whether he meant th