One day the party was toiling up a rough
ascent, and the deacon, as much at home among the rocks as the wild
goats, offered his assistance. The reply was, "We get on very well."
At once his eyes filled, and he said, "You once helped me in a worse
road; may I not now help you?" And his aid was at once gratefully
accepted. At the top of the hill, while the party rested, they heard
his voice far off among the clefts of the rocks, pleading for them
and their relatives in distant America.
[Illustration: MISSIONARY SCENE IN TEEGAWER.]
After his conversion, the deacon devoted himself to labors for
souls, especially in the mountains. One might always see a tear and
a smile on his face, and he was ever ready, as at first, to speak
"of sin and of Jesus." He traversed the mountains many times on
foot, with his Testament and hymn book in his knapsack. In the
rugged passes, he would sing, "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," and at
the spring by the wayside, "There is a fountain filled with blood"
flowed spontaneously from his lips. He warned every man, night and
day, with tears, and pointed them to Jesus as their only hope.
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