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        for the Lord to heal him, the little fellow of three years looked up in
      
      
        astonishment, and said, “They need not pray any more, for the Lord
      
      
        has healed me.” He was very weak, but the disease made no further
      
      
        progress. Yet he gained no strength. Our faith was still to be tried. For
      
      
        three days he ate nothing.
      
      
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        We had appointments out for two months, reaching from Rochester,
      
      
        New York, to Bangor, Maine; and this journey we were to perform
      
      
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        with our covered carriage and our good horse Charlie, given to us by
      
      
        brethren in Vermont. We hardly dared to leave the child in so critical
      
      
        a state, but decided to go unless there was a change for the worse. In
      
      
        two days we must commence our journey in order to reach our first
      
      
        appointment. We presented the case before the Lord, taking it as an
      
      
        evidence that if the child had appetite to eat we would venture. The
      
      
        first day there was no change for the better. He could not take the least
      
      
        food. The next day about noon he called for broth, and it nourished
      
      
        him.
      
      
        We began our journey that afternoon. About four o’clock I took
      
      
        my sick child upon a pillow, and we rode twenty miles. He seemed
      
      
        very nervous that night. He could not sleep, and I held him in my arms
      
      
        nearly the whole night.
      
      
        The next morning we consulted together as to whether to return to
      
      
        Rochester or go on. The family who had entertained us said that if we
      
      
        went on, we would bury the child on the road; and to all appearance
      
      
        it would be so. But I dared not go back to Rochester. We believed
      
      
        the affliction of the child was the work of Satan, to hinder us from
      
      
        traveling; and we dared not yield to him. I said to my husband: “If
      
      
        we go back, I shall expect the child to die. He can but die if we go
      
      
        forward. Let us proceed on our journey, trusting in the Lord.”
      
      
        We had before us a journey of about one hundred miles, to perform
      
      
        in two days, yet we believed that the Lord would work for us in this
      
      
        time of extremity. I was much exhausted, and feared I should fall
      
      
        asleep and let the child fall from my arms; so I laid him upon my lap,
      
      
        and tied him to my waist, and we both slept that day over much of the
      
      
        distance. The child revived and continued to gain strength the whole
      
      
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        journey, and we brought him home quite rugged.