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The Lord greatly blessed us on our journey to Vermont. My hus-
band had much care and labor. At the different conferences he did most
of the preaching, sold books, and labored to extend the circulation of
the paper. When one conference was over, we would hasten to the
next. At noon we would feed the horse by the roadside, and eat our
lunch. Then my husband, laying his writing paper on the cover of our
dinner box or on the top of his hat, would write articles for the Review
and Instructor.
In the summer of 1853 we made our first visit to Michigan. Soon
after our return to Rochester, New York, my husband engaged in
writing the book “Signs of the Times.” He was still feeble, and could
sleep but little, but the Lord was his support. When his mind was
in a confused, suffering state, we would bow before God, and in our
distress cry unto Him. He heard our earnest prayers, and often blessed
my husband so that with refreshed spirits he went on with the work.
Many times in the day did we thus go before the Lord in earnest prayer.
That book was not written in his own strength.
Visit To Michigan And Wisconsin
In the spring of 1854 we visited Michigan again; and though
we were obliged to ride over log ways and through mud sloughs, my
strength failed not. We felt that the Lord would have us visit Wisconsin,
and arranged to board the cars at Jackson late at night.
As we were preparing to take the train, we felt very solemn, and
proposed a season of prayer; and as we there committed ourselves
to God, we could not refrain from weeping. We went to the depot
with feelings of deep solemnity. On boarding the train, we went into a
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forward car, which had seats with high backs, hoping that we might
sleep some that night. The car was full, and we passed back into the
next, and there found seats. I did not, as usual when traveling in the
night, lay off my bonnet, but held my carpetbag in my hand, as if
waiting for something. We both spoke of our singular feelings.
The train had run about three miles from Jackson when its motion
became very violent, jerking backward and forward, and finally stop-
ping. I opened the window and saw one car raised nearly upon end.
I heard agonizing groans, and there was great confusion. The engine
had been thrown from the track, but the car we were in was on the