It was about a hundred rods or more to the house where we were staying and
there was no other house near by. We put out the lights and sat waiting. A
number of times Bro. Tubbs urged that we go home, declaring that no one
would come, but at almost midnight a plank was thrown on the tent and out
ran Brother Tubbs for home; and then just as I was coming out of the tent a
big plank was thrown on me, striking my right shoulder and also hit my
head. It might have been quite serious but that I was wearing a stiff derby
hat at the time. As it was, I was almost knocked out.

I said to them--there were between fifty and seventy of them, "Just a
minute men, I am alone here; please do not destroy the tent; it has no
feelings. Take me and cut me in pieces as you said you wanted to do. If I
have done anything wrong I am willing to suffer for it." This I said as I
walked slowly toward them, "But if it is because I have preached the Word
of God to you folks and you do not receive it, you will meet it at the
judgment bar of God," and I continued to walk toward them. They said, "Do
not come so near." "Are you afraid of me?" I asked as I continued preaching
to them. Then they commenced backing up. Finally, it seemed I had no more
to say. One man said, "Give us more of that." At this point Brother Tubbs
appeared with eight of the brethren, whereupon the crowd turned and ran for
their rigs and vanished into the darkness.

About eighteen months later I held another meeting in this same community
and the attendance was very good. A number of the same people who had
claimed that they wanted to cut me to pieces were also there. Eight souls
had gotten saved and the attendance was increasing. All of a sudden, as I
was closing the service, the Spirit of the Lord said to me, "This is your
last service here. You will leave in the morning on the 4 o'clock train for
Grand Meadows, Minn." Saint and sinner alike, said, "You can't close now;