eat,
potatoes, apples and money. And, if the preacher's sum was lacking
he footed the bill.

I remember one Sunday morning after the sermon I had a double wedding
which I solemnized in one ceremony, and Uncle Daniel had no bill to
augment that day. I usually received for preaching from $5 to $10
per day. But that day I had more than twice that amount.

Many years after the wedding referred to above, I saw a notice in the
newspaper that the Hon. Will Price, candidate for the senate, would
speak in Woodman Hall. I attended the meeting. The speaker came to
me and taking me by the hand said, "Elder, how-do-you-do?" I said,
"How do you do? But I do not know you." He said, "Do you remember
the double wedding on Wolf River some years ago?" "Yes," I said,
"But you are certainly not the young, bashful, scared, Will Price of
that event." "I am he" he said, and sure enough he was he. But now,
so different, large, handsome, wise and brave. All boys ought to
grow to be men, for men are what we need in this old, sinful,
abnormal world.

In 1881 after I had been away from old Indiana my native home for
about fourteen years, I returned and visited the scenes of my early
life. Many were the changes--a passing of the old, and a coming of
the new, bringing to me a mingling of sadness and gladness. Sad,
that so much I loved before and gone. Glad that so much new had come
that was good. Everywhere I had been known I was greeted with much
love, respect and honor. So I was constrained to preach again at the
old altars. And one young man even persuaded me to marry him to a
pretty girl because he said he wanted to marry her and she was
willing. So I preached again at old Liberty where I had preached and
taught more perhaps than at any other place in the State. I took for
my subject "Unbelief." using as a text the prayer of the poor man
whose son had a dumb spirit,--"Lord, I believe. Help thou mine
unbelief." But, where all may seen to be gladness and joy and faith,
sin, or its effect, is always lurking around somewhere nearby.

As I was preaching I recognized in the back part of the audience a
man with tears in his eyes. He was a strong intelligent man of the
community. He was about my age and fifteen years before this time,
when we were both younger I heard him confess with his mouth that
Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and I with by own hands baptized him
into Christ.

After the sermon as he came to me, I said,