heroism of this brother in preaching the Gospel in his own hired house
is shared by our brethren in various parts of our Southern field. The
work is so large and the needs of the people are so great that this
spirit of Christ must be more fully expressed, both in gifts and
service, to reach the pressing calls for help.

I met three interesting characters in the black belt of Georgia. The
first was named Moses. On meeting him he addressed me with "You don't
knows me, does you? My name is Moses." His friend "Uncle Plenty" lived
in a little cabin by the roadside. He had heard of the Association, and
was glad to greet me as one of its missionaries. He told me that he felt
so thankful for what the Northern friends had done for his people that
he wished his little cabin and half acre lot to be bequeathed to the
American Missionary Association. I dined with "Uncle Plenty" and met
Father Joshua, a poor old blind man ninety years of age, in his cabin.
They told me the story of their lives in slavery and how they had prayed
to see this day of freedom and light.

Moses and Joshua and "Uncle Plenty" are types of the old people and
times that are giving place to a new generation and a brighter day.

Among the new enterprises reported at the meeting of the Georgia
Association at Thomasville, Ga., were two churches and several missions
from the vicinity of Columbia, S.C.

I spent Thanksgiving Day at Lowell, N.C. Our mission at this point is
the only church in that vicinity. It was the first Thanksgiving service
they had ever enjoyed or even heard of. It was held in a log cabin.

Lowell is the center of a large negro settlement; the people have had a