Once in company with Thomas Nelson, C.H. Tubbs and my wife, we held a tent
meeting in the country northwest of Colfax, Wisconsin. Several people were
saved and some were healed. This stirred up great opposition so that on a
couple of nights an angry mob was on the spot throwing stones, sticks and
lumber and bottles on the tent, demanding that we come out and they would
cut me to pieces. One night a minister of that community was in the tent,
and as he saw the stones come rolling through the tent, he became badly
frightened and said to me, "This is worse than in a heathen land." "Yes," I
replied, "but are they not your people?" He said, "Yes," and then getting
down on his hands and knees crawled out the back way from under the tent
and escaped to the woods.

The reason for this unseemly tumult was because I had preached that baptism
was by immersion and other truths. The situation was that two grown young
people, the son and daughter of a minister in the community, were among
those who were to be baptized. But the fact that there was no water nearby
in which they could be immersed seemed to give the opposing element great
satisfaction. However, we continued to advertise that there would be
baptismal services on the coming Saturday afternoon. Friday night it rained
heavily and near the tent there was a low place covered with green grass
where the water settled and the water was deep enough in which to baptize
the new converts.

This goes to prove that the Lord's resources are limitless. The next Sunday
night, being the last night of the meeting, after all had left the tent
except Bro. Tubbs and myself, and as I was not making any move towards
leaving the tent Brother Tubbs asked me whether I was not going home. I
answered, "No, those people who threatened to cut me to pieces are coming
back to pull the tent down and I want to be here when they come, but you go
on home; I want to be here alone." But he said, "No, I will not leave you."