Soon after their marriage, they removed to Kitley Township, county of
Leeds, Canada West (now known as Ontario), where I was born, December
20, 1808. I well remember the perplexities and doubts that troubled my
young mind in trying to find the whys and wherefores of existing
facts; yet I was naturally a happy and playful child. Some remarks
made by my parents over a portion of Scripture father was reading, in
which was the sentence, "and they are no more twain, but one flesh"--
"that is a close relationship; twain is two, no more two but one
flesh"--struck me with wonder and amazement. "Yes," replied mother,
"that is a oneness that is not to be separated, a near relation
between husband and wife; 'no more twain, but one flesh.' 'What God
has joined together let not man put asunder.'" It seemed as if every
word fastened upon my mind a feeling of awe at the new thought, that
father and mother were one person. "Then they think just alike, and
know all about the other, if true; father and mother believe it, and
they found it in the Bible, and that," I thought, "must be true. Now
for the test--If father and mother are one, they must know each
other's thoughts and whereabouts." After father had been out a few
minutes I asked mother where he was. "Not far off; may be he's gone to
the barn." But he was not there. At my report she said, "Perhaps he's
gone to David Coleman's, or some of the neighbors." This settled the
matter in my mind, that they were not one. But I gave the same test to
try father, which also proved a failure. But not quite satisfied
without further investigation, I asked mother for permission to go to
David Coleman's to play an hour with his little girls. Little did she
know that the object of her little five-year-old skeptic was to
present the test to their father and mother, to see whether they were
one, and found the same result each time.