look at the manifest interest and the growing attendance!" "But," I said,
"the Lord tells me to close." They insisted that it could not be that they
all were wrong and I the only one that was right. So I consented to stay,
but had I but left on that morning train I would have escaped the terrible
storm that swept over that part of the country. As it was, I could neither
get away nor continue the meeting. On the farm where I was staying they had
to have a rope extended between the house and the barn for two days in
order to find the way from one building to the other.

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I had held a number of revivals for Brother Millar of Racine, Wisconsin.
One time, in this connection, I had a dream that I saw a pasture with green
grass and beautiful sparkling water running through it and as nice a flock
of sheep as I ever saw were feeding in it. But in this beautiful pasture
that should have been utilized for good pasture. I felt impressed to tell
Bro. Millar of my experience so wrote him of what I had seen in my dream.
In his prompt reply he said, "You had better come with your 'stump-pulling
machine' and pull them out."

Some time later, on a very hot Sunday at noon I arrived in Racine, all
tired and worked out. I asked Bro. Millar whether there was to be an
afternoon service. I understood him to say, "No, there would not be." I
said to him, "I want no lunch so please take me to my room." And this he
did. I undressed immediately and was soon fast asleep, but before long I
felt my bed being shaken and heard someone speaking to me but it seemed I
just could not wake up. The shaking increased and I heard a voice saying,
"Brother Susag, Brother Susag." I looked up and there was Brother Millar!
He said, "Why, Brother Susag, have you undressed? The chapel is full of
people who are waiting for you to come and preach." I told him I had