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The youngest of our twin boys, who was nearly five years of age, was taken
with double pneumonia and suddenly passed away. My mother-in-law prepared
him for burial. As I was preparing to drive to town to get a permit from
the doctor to bury the little one, the Lord said to me as I was on my way
to the barn to get the team, "Why do you not go back and pray again?" I
immediately turned around and went to the little corpse and laying my hands
on him prayed and wept, and after a little while he came to life. He was
not only alive, but also perfectly well. When I knelt down to pray my
family did not dare to speak to me; they thought I had lost my mind.

About three years later our baby daughter, some ten months old, was sick
and I was planning to leave home on Friday expecting to be gone over
Sunday. The little one grew steadily worse and at eleven o'clock on Sunday
night she passed away. There was great consternation in the family. The
oldest boy fainted when his grandmother laid her out. After everything had
quieted down and all had retired, except my wife who remained up, she went
to the little body, held it in her arms as she knelt beside the bed until
she was tired, then, laying the baby on the bed and laying her hands on it,
prayed until life came back into it. When I returned Monday the child was
as well as ever. In both cases grandmother prepared them for burial.

A little while after this experience the twins were out in the barn feeding
the horses. Somehow in their actions one boy accidently stuck the tine of
the pitchfork right into the eyeball of the other boy. Wife hearing their
screams, ran out and brought them into the house. She washed the blood from
the injured eye and laid the boy on the bed; then she and the twin brother
laid their hands on him and prayed the prayer of faith. He went to sleep
and slept untill morning, and all that remained on the eyeball was a small