accosted an elderly man whom I found in charge of a large class of young
men. About fifty were present, Mr. Elliott being the only male teacher,
three young ladies, two of whom I learned had been educated at Berea,
having charge of classes. After the lesson I addressed the people. The
characteristic that impresses me more than any other is their solemn
seriousness. They listen intently and with great eagerness. They are
hungry for preaching and feel it a great hardship that they can only have
it occasionally. Their faces were a study. There was hardly a weak one
among them and many bore the impress of great strength. But I would as
soon have told a story or joked at a funeral as under their serious eyes.

The meeting over, several invited me to "go by" and take dinner, and I
accepted the first offer, which was made by a nice looking young lady in
mourning, who urged her claim by saying: "All the preachers go to our
house and father will be so disappointed if he don't see you; he couldn't
come to-day."

This country has not yet got to the point of thinking bridges necessary
and roads are not for those who sit on springs and cushions. I never
wished so much for a "Kodak" that I might carry away a picture which I
shall always have in memory. To the long wagon, which had a high rack all
around it, were yoked a pair of milk-white oxen, round and handsome. In
front was seated Mrs. Elliott, holding her youngest child. At her side a
boy, perhaps twelve, who guided the team by a line attached to a horn.
Seated on chairs were nine young ladies and girls, nearly all in pretty
white dresses.

Two miles of beautiful scenery and we reach the farm house, a commodious
and substantial rural home, of John Elliott, who gave me a cordial welcome
and soon the long table in the kitchen was spread with such a meal as I