When I had got a few rods from his
door, he was nearly treading on my
heels, and fell dead at my feet, as
though he had been struck with light-
ning; he swelled, and immediately
turned black. This created a great
wailing and mourning among his
family. Brother Brown and myself
assisted in laying him out and burying
him. He died Feb. 14, 1835.

This singular dispensation of Provi-
dence brought solemnity upon the
people, and they began to reflect and
wished to hear preaching. We held
several meetings and preached, and
baptized Mr. Hubbel and his wife,
who had opened their doors and given
us a home; and just as we had got
the people prepared to receive the
Gospel and anxious to learn, and plead-
ing with us to stay and preach, bro-
Brown resolved that he would con-
tinue his journey south. I was fully
satisfied that should we stop, we
would built up a Church, and was
convinced it was our duty to stop;
but brother Brown held the office of
an Elder, and I submitted.

Brother Brown did not baptize ano-
ther person on the mission.

(To be continued.)