season of the year in a haystack in my father's garden, and a whole
February in the open fields not far from Camragen, and this I did
without the least prejudice from the night air; one night, when
lying in the fields near to the Carrick-Miln, I was all covered
with snow in the morning. Many nights have I lain with pleasure in
the churchyard of Old Daily, and made a grave my pillow; frequently
have I resorted to the old walls about the glen, near to Camragen,
and there sweetly rested.' The visible band of God protected and
directed him. Dragoons were turned aside from the bramble-bush
where he lay hidden. Miracles were performed for his behoof. 'I
got a horse and a woman to carry the child, and came to the same
mountain, where I wandered by the mist before; it is commonly known
by the name of Kellsrhins: when we came to go up the mountain,
there came on a great rain, which we thought was the occasion of
the child's weeping, and she wept so bitterly, that all we could do
could not divert her from it, so that she was ready to burst. When
we got to the top of the mountain, where the Lord had been formerly
kind to my soul in prayer, I looked round me for a stone, and
espying one, I went and brought it. When the woman with me saw me
set down the stone, she smiled, and asked what I was going to do
with it. I told her I was going to set it up as my Ebenezer,
because hitherto, and in that place, the Lord had formerly helped,
and I hoped would yet help. The rain still continuing, the child
weeping bitterly, I went to prayer, and no sooner did I cry to God,
but the child gave over weeping, and when we got up from prayer,
the rain was pouring down on every side, but in the way where we
were to go there fell not one drop; the place not rained on was as
big as an ordinary avenue.' And so great a saint was the natural
butt of Satan's persecutions. 'I retired to the fields for secret
prayer about mid-night. When I went to pray I was much straitened,