Another case, A young lady of fine appearance and good intelligence, a dress maker, came forward several nights, then she failed. I sought her at her home and inquired the difficulty. "I'm ashamed to kneel at those benches". Well you don't have to, you can find Christ here at your home. The benches don't save anyone. No I can't, my pride is in the way and I must go to the Alter. She never came. Her further history I never knew.

After a few weeks I noticed a new presence inside the Alter. He was a lusty singer and he was a great help.

He was converted in meetings held at the front. His home was nearby. His wife was a Presbyterian. As the meetings drew in a close the Pastor got after him and finally persuaded him to unite with the P's.

But I want Stubbs. Well you can go and hear him as often as you wish. He toppled to his fall. He had been a drinking man.

The Atmosphere of the other church seems cold. He soon lost interest and was back in the world again. What became of him, I never knew.

There were over 100 came into full membership.

There were several children and young people.

There was a lad about 12 or 14 who became, in after years, one of the most active men in the Methodism Ministry. He was a burning and shinning light. He worked himself a nervous

Elisha Robinson and my son Chase were converted at that meeting.

The glory of Revival will never pass away.

Just at it's close a telegram came from HART AYERS, Clymer, to come and attend his wifes funeral. I went.

It was in Parker I began to take a very possitive stand on the Temperance question.

How we are tested. I was called to officiate at the wedding of one of my families. All passed off quietly. There we were, seated in a circle round the room chatting.

Suddenly folding doors opened just opposite to where I was sitting. A fine young lady bearing a server covered with twine glasses came to me. No thank you, I never touch it. She passed to the others. Most if not all drank.

Supposing I had drank, all those people knew my bold position in the Temperance question.

I would have lost their respect and confidence. Ah ha, would have been sounded thro the place and I denounced a coward.

Thro the oil towns were scourges of scarlet fever, diptheria and typhoid. I spent weeks in visiting house to house and serving and comfoting people.

I had here a strange case tho not from any of the mentioned causes.

There came a family by the name of MILLER, and opened a grocery just at the bridge crossing.

After a time his wife was laid up with cancer. Her bro-in-law who lived a few doors away offered to provide a nurse. She refused. I am a member of the Methodist church and I expect them.

Now I can appreciate the feeling of that good woman. Let those who know and love me lead me to the crossing. But times are changed and nurses take the place of loving friends. It must needs be.

There are so many dear friends I'd like to mention but whom shall I omit.

One Elisha Robinson came to be a life long friend. His home was my home. Just as we were leave Petrolia, Chase came down with typhoid. He was in Mr. Robinsons home. I went to Conference in Titusville. There was excused. How we managed to pack our goods and yet take care of Chase, I know not. Wife and I had two large rooms upstairs. Day and night we cared for him. One day Mr. R came up and said I wish you would come and see Ernests throat. I went down, examined the child and said get the Dr, he has diptheria. He lived.

Just below a few rods lived a tenant. There was a little child came down with diptheria. One morning someone came and said they couldn't do anything with the child.

In those days they always swabed the throat. Down I went. The little child opened his mouth and I cleaned out his throaty.

Maybe 2 stones throw lived a bro of Mr R. SAM. He had a girl say 12 to 14 with croup. I used to visit there only to see the beautiful girl slipping away.

I attended her funeral, painful experience.

Dr. Hall who now lives in Portland, Oregon was our physician. After I had come to Petrolia, he called

I tell you he ever shines with the gems of Earth.

While at Cattarangus my friend of noblest, manly qualities, Elisha Robingson passed away.

Dr Foster, Cearing Peters, John Lusher and I were speakers. Sevices were out in the door yard.

Judge [left blank], from Pittsburg, his lawyer spoke in most commendatory terms of my remarks.

When at Cattarangus, John Lusher invited me to come and lay the foundation of the New Church.

The services were held in the U.P. Church close by. The house was packed many, many new faces since I had been pastor. How I did enjoy that scene.

Then we went to the stone laying. It was gratification to think there were so many old friends who desired me to lay the foundation for a new home.

Coming to leave Parker, Charles Archibold raised money enough to buy a Tiffany Swiss Watch ($225.00) There were 2 dollars in that watch note.

Charles went to a saloon man and told his errand, not a cent, not a cent. How he came to go to such a place, I can't imagine. Abashed he turned towards the door. Hold on, hold on. Here are 2 dollars. He's the biggest kicker of all, but I believe he's honest. And now the watch is ticking in Robins pocket.

While sitting Discipline in my hand, my wife slipped across the floor and placed the tankard on the table and rested. I sprang to her side and helped her to the bed. She had a stroke of Amnesia. She rallied so that I was able to hold the Sacrament.

Twas a struggling blow. Uncertainty hung over us, but thanks to God she rallied. And while the effort lingered long. Yet, she lived 15 years. How happy we were able to move with care into our new home.

Petrolia was emphatically an oil town. It was hustle, hustle, busy, busy oil and merchandising and life in a thousand ways marked the place.

Our church was always full, but there was so much going and coming that the results of hard labor were not so apparent.

However, the seed scattered may have been carried as on wings and in after years bore fruit into life eternal.

Good Sunday school, good singing, good prayer meetings.

A certain man had the primary dept. It was well managed and what would be called success, There was one thing he never could do, give account of the money the little folks brought into the treasury.

He bought his own supplies and paid his own bills and nobody knew the depth of his pocket. Later in my Ministry I would not have countenanced the method.

For the sake of Peace we submit to questionable things. In State what crookedness is enacted, and the people submit till some horror is enacted and we begin investigating. To late, often the rascals go unpunished.

Shortly after moving Chase came down with Typhoid fever. I slept by his side every night, and ministered to his wants. By day I looked after church matters. Not a soul ever came to the house to inquire after the sick boy. God spared him to our comfort.

Shortly after his recovery, Robin was born. We named him after Elisha Robinson.

Perhaps 3 or 4 weeks after his birth he broke out with measles. What a puzzle. Where did he get the disease? After while it came to me. I was called to see a boy 8 or 9 who had croup and measles. Never will I forget that child, strong, promise of years. Yet, I knew with the little knowledge in the medical fraternity, the boy was doomed. I baptized and in due time, laid the little fellow to rest.

Scourges of Diptheria, Typhoid, Scarlet fever visited all oil towns. There was nothing sanitary, and the wonder is that any one escaped.

I averaged a funeral every week in the year.

Above the street where we lived was a paraller street, with houses on one side overlooking us and the valley in which the town was built. This was aristocratic row. They were oil men and piple line men. They paid no respect to the Sabbath or Church or Minister. One young man was a Christian till he went to Comele College when he abandoned his Christ. He called on me to bury a prominent man, wealthy, and sent me with remains to Miles Grove.

Some years later I followed him to his cemetery home. The history of the others on that street is to me unknown.

A few houses below us lived DAN SMITH in charge of all the glycerine that was used in that country. Dan and his wife were always in church Sunday night. He was in the back seat and stood head and shoulders above all there.

About 2 weeks before some on said to Dan, "Where are you going to spend xmas"? Oh, I don't know, maybe down in Hell.

On the Sabbath preceding about 4 in the afternoon, I went with Arthur to the kitchen to get a drink of water. As we stepped into that room there was a crash and I tho't the chimney was coming down on our heads.

As the house was allright, I hastened to the front door, and I saw the inmates from all the houses were doing likewise.

Soon I saw a line of men moving across the fields to a piece of woods, where was an old abandoned coal bank. There was the depository for all the glycerine.

Now just before the explosion that had caused all the excitment. Dan had been notified of the arrival of a load of the dead explosives. He said to his wife. I have a good mind not to go. It seems as if they chose Sundays for the business, but if I don't go they will find some one who will.

Next day I went over. I found that explosion had blasted the shalerock to the depth of 3 ft in the center and shelving to the edge. Making a diameter of 15 to 20 ft.

There was no fragment of the wagon, the horses were blown to atoms. The head of one was lodged in a tree, both men were blown into vapor. Enough flesh was gathered to fill a cigar box and called "Dan".

Where did Dan spend his Sabbath?

One day a rap at the door. I opened the door reached, out my hand and said come in brother. He asked if I would come down to the Brawley school and start a Sabbath. I did and formed the school & met the Brawley men who were noble men.

How long the school was kept up, I never knew.

But that hand shake, I heard from when I was living in Cambridge Springs.

I had a call over the phone. A woman who said she knew me desired to see me.

I went to the hospital. There I found a woman in an attach of heart difficulty. Depressed, nervous and sure she was going to die. I cheered her up, sang and prayed and assured her she was going to get well.

One Sunday I was shaking hands with the people leaving church. I noticed a man lingering as if he desired to speak to me. We shook hands. You don't remember me? NO, I said. Do you recall a man calling at the Parsonage in Petrolia and you opened the door and said come in bro. Yes, I do. Well, I'm that man. All of 25 years had passed. That handshake, those words made their impression. I had never been called bro. It lead to my conversion. I am the husband of that woman in the hospital.

Afterwards, I dined with them in Warren. And both are now living.

Little do we know what things are giving, to make the saving impression.

GEO SQUIER and his brother did a thriving shoe business in Petrolia, and shortly after Geo entered the Ministry.

The MAPES brothers had a very prosperous store, and were the foremost members in the church.

Just below us was a great booze house and house of shame. It was kept by the notorious BEN HOGAN who afterwards was converted, and became an Evangelist. Thro that place and in all the oil country, womans name was shame.

Calling on one of my families, I found the father, mother and daughter. The daughter was of striking beauty, but dresses and jewelry were her passion and she sold her soul to gratify her passion. Her fate is hidden from me.

I was called to bury a man some 4 miles away. - TB - There were 3 or 4 girls, oldest about 6. Finer looking children I never saw.

A few weeks after the funeral, I met the mother in a store. She informed me she had given her children away. What a monster she seemed to me.

Mothers due for their offspring, but not many give them away.

A few doors away lived a widow with 3 or 4 girls, the oldest about 15. Her husband had been accidentally killed working about an oil well.

The day before the accident he had given up a $5000.00 Insurance policy. She was left penniless and was trying to make a living in a little grocery. I guess I added to her poverty. She came to prayer meeting and church, but was bitter as gall and cynical beyond desciption.

Back of her house was a kind of picnic grove. One time the odd fellow had a big day. They gathered up a basket of remains and carried to her door. She resented, I do not thank you for your gift. She was proud and I somehow gloried in her spunk. Poor people do not wish to be published as objects of charity.

I said to the one who told me the story, Let me try. I was there taking the N.Y. Tribune. I said to the mother, how would you like to read my copy? Yes. So one day I took the paper having placed a bill between it leaves. Not a word was ever said. I found a way to help.

A few years after I rec'd a letter from her asking for a town in N.Y. where she could have a chance to send her children to school. I sent her to Randolph. Notifying MRS.VANRENSELLAIR of her coming asking her to try and find work for her. How long she remained, I never knew.

I took an active part with the Masons. One time making an outdoor address. They did not forget my labors. They presented me with a vellum apron $25.00, which I preserve to this day.

At the end of 2 years, I was ready to move. I have previously told how I came back from Conference to nurse Chase, who was down with his second abash of Typhoid.

I arrived at Dunkirk after 2 weeks delay. GIALEY, MOORE & PERKINS met me and showed me about town and wound up visiting the Church. Which under REV'D KUMMER had been newly decorated and "best of all" not a cent of debt. For 3 years I had that 3000 debt on my bread and butter.

After the Brethen had shown me the branties of the church, I was standing in the Pulpit. There in then church they said, you see there is only one chair in the Pulpit, Yes, I replied. Thats enough for me, but we don't want anymore. Well, I can't use 2 if I had them. Then they told me there was a local preacher who expected to go into the pulpit every Sunday and make a prayer or pronounce the Benediction. Often he would go in with big rubber boots as if coming from the barn yard. They wanted it stopped. That settled it. Why didn't they go to him and tell him. No, no they let me bear that lead for 3 years.

It's easier to put the load on the other fellow.

The church had been paying an extravagent salary for some years and are retrenching on me.

My salary was fixed at a thousand dollars and pay my own house rent.

It was a good house and the rent was $12.00 a month. Under all the circumstances it was financially the hardest experience in the Ministry.

Now that I have mentioned the dark features, I turn to give the bright side.

No braver, truer, more loyal, loving people need one wish to serve. Especially among the woman, the heroines were many.

Sacrifices for the church was the re???. How they did work. That $3000.00 on paper stared them in the face. It's queer how paper seems to blow away. But in my 3 years we were able to reduce the obligation to 6 or 7 hundred dollars, Which I left as legacy to my successions.

At that time the Presbyterians were much the stronger denomination. Their pastor was one Adams. A very warm friend and one of the noblest of men. His views became so contrary to many of the fundamentals of that church that it ended in his leaving. It was unfortunate for the church, and it has never risen to its former greatness. Enough left to form a Unitarian Society.

We pledged along, not only holding our own, but growing stronger, and Laying the foundation for one of the finest churches in the Erie Conference, both in membership and in the ?????.

Our Sunday School was one of the best organized and most prosperous in the city.

In our 3rd year Gertrude was born. Then we numbered seven , royal number and we still are seven, 4 boys and one girl. And I can say as my father did when I visited him the last time. How good my boys have been, so I can say how loyal my 5 have been and I must add how noble my step daughter, Blossom, has been.

At the end of my second year, MRS. F BENSON came in and said you must come back next year. Why, what's the matter? The Catholics are praying for you. Good, but I don't understand. Well, since you came there is no more swearing on the streets.

One Sunday, just enough snow on the ground, a film. I heard some boys in the yard, mine among them. Some of them were swearing lustly. I stepped to the door and said, Boys I am glad to have you come and play with my boys, but my boys do not swear and I wish you wouldn't. That's all I ever said. Happily the swearing ceased.

Across the road lived a Catholic family. They had lost a son, killed on the RailRoad. She was inconsolable. How I happen to call, I know not. But as her Priest never called.

I was thankful I could speak words of comfort. Afterwards I called on her as in all my people.

Next door to me in a very humble dwelling, lived an old couple, Catholics. One day coming home about 5:00, I saw a crowd standing about the door and on the walk. As I drew nearer I asked, What's the matter? The grandson about 4 years old had been run over and his leg broken.

I stepped inside and said Dr, can I be of any help? I think so, I took the little fellows leg and held it while he set it and bound on the splints. I won the everlasting gratitude of that old couple. Whenever I met him on the street, off came his hat.

While I believe the Pope is trying to run our schools and over throw our Democracy. None the less, I have found some good friends among their people.

My vacation. There was one A. HOMAN who lost a little babe. I was with them in their grief stricken home and they never forgot it.

A. Homan was Engineer on a frieght boat, running to Marquette on lake Superior. He invited me to take a trip as his guest. I was only too glad to accept. In a few days the Captain, MR.LOWE, struck up an aquaintanceship.

Judge my surprise when I found we both attended Rockwell St school at the same time.

We were 4 days at Marquette and I busied myself scouring the country. One day I took a long tramp and got lost in the wilderness of bushes taller than my head. I found a creek. This goes to the lake, so I followed the leader some distance. Then struck thro the woods that had been lumbered, so trees were so altered.

After while I observed a tree that some 20ft from the ground was pitted by a plank some 2 inches thick. A piece of that plank projected some 15 inches beyond the tree.

While I was thinking of the strangness of that plank getting thro the tree, I stumbled onto a powder mill. That's it. Explosion sent that plank and its swiftness penetrated the tree.

A little way farther I found a nitro glyceine factory. I looked thro it a few minutes. I suppose I thot if those men were safe it would be no risk on my part. Foolish.

In a few minutes I was in huckleberry bushes, blue and black. How I did feast till I thot I had had enough for the season. But next day I was ready for another feast.

The return journey was without incident till we struck boistrous Lake Erie.

The tempest was so violent that the Cap't anchored all night in the protection of Point au Pele.

Next morning it was rough and I stood on deck till grit could stand it no more, and I sought my berth and stayed till we entered Cleveland Harbor.

Glad enough when my feet touched Terra Firma, and I sped to the old folks at home.

Two other vacations I spent with the children and many other youngsters, boys and girls. We bo't a boat and aften hired another and every day, with provisions potatoes and corn, we rode around the cape Light House point. I usually took along newspapers for my diversion while the boys were having a jolly time boating with the surf.

A roaring fire helped the hilarity at noon time made coals for cooking our corn and potatoes. Never were any feasts superior to our Delmonics. Hunger is the best sauce. Never were better appetites and never jollier times. Never were 2 vacations more happily spent and I guess no better results ever followed. The boys will never forget those times. From many of those boys I have had letters and greeting in after years.

Children never forget those who have taken pains to give them a good time.

Once the lake became so fearfully rough, I rowed the boat round into the Harbor and picked up my crew 'nor lost a single man'.

My sister Jane came and spent 4 months with us. She came xmas eve.

Tish and I had fixed everything for the stocking and were just to put out the light when the door bell rang. 11:00, who in the world.

The bell rang, I opened the door and there stood my sister ready to drop. When she left Cleveland the sun was shining bright and continued till after leaving Erie. The storm rose with fury. She should have arrived at 8 and now it was eleven. She plodded her way with bundles and turning on our street she met the fury of the storm as never before. She screams at the top of her voice hoping to rouse some of the neighbors, but the howling of the storm swept her cry with the fury of the gale. She wanted to surprise the children by coming after they had gone to bed. It was a fearful surprise to us all.

How soon the joy of xmas blotted out the dire experience of the night before.

And Jane had the happiest experience of her life. She entered into the life of the people and they made her welcome.

I had some trying experiences with sick people, cases of diptheria, and typhoid.

One of my members had typhoid and I secured watchers for many nights. It was difficult to secure any for most people had a dread of the fever. When I failed, I supplied myself and was present when she died.

It was at this time that drastic laws were passed so that one could not go into quarentined houses without there remaining.

That settled the matter of watchers and my people no more expected me to care for their sick.

PETER MONELL was one of the finest spirits, and his family became much endeared to me. He went in company with one of our member who fleeced him out of everything. He delayed not his going, but left for Colorado and found an opening in Montrose.

His family was on short rations and her mother was long sick and gave me a platter

Knowing a Rail Road man on the Erie. I wrote him the circumstances and asked him to make the most favorable rates for the family to go to the father as far as Chicago.

In after years I had letters from the boys who remembered me greatly and appreciating all I had done for the family.

My relations with my people were most happy. I know not how to select out a few names. There is one still living who has shown heroic qualities. MRS. CHAMPLAIN. She had one leg cut off to defeat J.B. With crutch she made her way to church. In a few years she had right arm removed for the same reason. Still she found her way to church by means of a wheeled chair. God was to her, all in all, and his house was like meeting him face to face.

For some time "Lord" MARTIN was identified with Dunkirk Church. He married one of our choicest girls. He managed to attend Allegheny College.

Not able to complete the course, he entered the ministry. It was while in the Ministry he concured the idea that made a revolution in heating cars. Taking steam from the engine. He could get no patent on taking steam, but did on the method of coupling. His success was great and the money rolled in on him. Alas, the good fortune was cut for someone made a far simpler coupling. and his fortune was gone.

So often some one sees the fault in the armor, and the man gives birth to the model is stranded. Another gathers the fruit.

I need not follow the subsequent life of Martin. Gone long since to the other world.

My presiding Elder was R.W. SCOTT and for some reason unbeknownst to me took a strong dislike to me. He tried to get REV. ?? BAKER who was our Pastor in Forestville.

One of Jesus noblest traits was to rouse his Disciples to think. Who am I? Thomas discovered after the Resurrection. None of the Disciples were clear till in the 40 days. At the end of 3 years I went to Forestville.

It seemed as if the Elder had it in for me, but it was a happy appointment and 3 years of earnest hard work awaited.

The good people not to be outdone gave me a good parsonage, and the equivalent of what I had in Dunkirk.

Forestville is one of the homiest churches in all my travels. It's people substantial, intellegent, literary and posted on all civic matters. The town is a gem among the trees.

There were men who stood for principles even tho it affected their business.

REV'D HERMAN SHEPARD I count as one of the great and good men I have known. he was trained for the Ministry, educated far above the average, but obliged to retire on acoount of poor health. He was capable of filling any Pulpit.

But no matter how poor he might think his pastor, there was never any belittling the messenger. No pastor, but had has hearty support. He kept a store, grocery. I think the capital was supplied by C.D. ANGELL. Not only was Mr. Sheppard a strong Prohibitionist, but he was anti tobacco.

This was well known. He refused to sell it to the loss of much customers.

And I came back to attend his funeral. His family were jewels. His prominent and Temperance work. Julia, a mystic, a teacher now pensioned. Marguerite, a graduate os Syracuse, worker in ymca and school teacher. Stella a graduate of Syracuse married a teacher near N.Y.

The household was in the front seat always. Stella, a little tot 2 or 3 years old, for a long time would slip out of the pew and march up to the Pulpit, look in my face recieve my hand touch and quietly return.

Once I took her in my arms and seated her on the Bible while I made the opening prayer, then she returned to her family.

Thro all the changing years this family has remained my loyal friends.

REV'D S. L. MEAD was a member of the Forestville Church. He too entered the Ministry, but throat difficulty forced him to retire.

He had a farm 3 miles in the country. He made a great success as a farmer. He too was a strong Prohabitionist and as such was well known far and wide. A strange thing happened. Sometimes I tho't he attended more funerals than any minister. Tho they hated his policies, they recognized the man.

He too had a family that have become prominent in church and society and in farming and fruit growing.

DEAN WARNER and wife came into the church while I was there. Man of strong sense and solid Republican. He joined the celestials some years ago, while his wife, one of the rarest of women, is enjoying life 85 years young.

Many and many a ride wife and I have had after their pony, Nellie.

C.D. ANGELL was a noted charactor in that community. First a merchant, afterwards he

Alas, as often happens, Fortunes wheel ran away and the last days of Mr. A were unfortunate. In after years I was called to lay him to rest.

DR. MEADERS family was among the substantial. The Dr went to the better world 2 or 3 years ago,

The HILLEBERTS were among the choice spirits. For years it was one of my refuges. The father and mother, at different times I followed to the beautiful cemetery where also rests the remains of Lizzie.

Virginia was one of the noblest spirits that ever shone out of a frail tabernacle. Well educated, a most successful teacher, She shouldered the burden of the farm and her two brothers. Sacrificed herself to give the boys a substantial start in life. John is in the old homestead and happily married.

The DIXIES and PIERCES and ELLISES were crown jewels.

I speak of my custom and this may cover the years.

Every winter I was in the habit of holding a series of meetings. The fruits were not great harvest, but substantial and largely young people. I did my own preaching. So many times the reactions from revivals have left the church weakened and the converts scattered.

One winter the Baptists employed an Evangelist. Our people joined in, and many united with each church.

There was a class of 30 came with us.The days of reception I passed to each one and asked, How do you wish to be Baptized?

There was a giant of a man, son of a Baptist Minister, who said sprinkling will do me. His son sat by his side, said immersion. It seemed almost laughable, but was so done. After the reception we went to a creek and immersed the son.

We had a good S.S. I had a class of boys some 8 or 10. They have had a strange history.

Chase became a physician. ELTON WARNER became one of the noted lawyers of Northern New York.

PERRY WARD was a natural Chesterfield. He was grace in all his movements and politness itself. His father was the Banker. Perry never lacked money. He lead a fast life. Married an estimable woman 100 miles from Chicago.

But his candle was soon snuffed out. The father shot himself and the bank was penniless.

There was a young man older than my class. Bright, gay full of fun, became a Lawyer in Dunkirk. Liquor mastered him and one morning he was found dead, having walked over an embankment and perished.

So, Forestville sent out some of the finest spirits, and some who bro't no honor to the town.

Up to this time Masons in their banquets were in the habit of serving beer and wine.

Our lodge prepared for a good time.

FRANK FARNHAM came to the house and asked if I would attend if beer and wine were served. I said no, sorry, but the custom was exceedingly unfortunate.

He went and explained my position to the lodge. Out of courtesy to me they dropped the beer and wine. There was a big banquet attended by many lodgers. Several if not all those lodgers forever dropped the degrading custom.

G.A.R. Some of the boys in blue desired to have a post, not knowing how to secure a charter. I undertook it for them. When that came they at once organized.

That I had obtained the charter was sufficient to request my joining. I refused. I am not worthy to be numbered with the men who gave years to the honor and glories of war.

Nothing would satisfy them so, I sent to Harrisburg and secured papers and

The first memorial day in which I participated was in Forestville. Night before wife qand I were over night at Rev. Meads.

How it did storm that night. In the morning there were six inches of snow. By noon not a vestige remained, and a little handful of people gathered at the cemetery and went thro voluntary services. But our hearts were in it. Great days they have had since, but none that expressed more patriotism than that first time.

Before leaving Forestville, I gathered the history of each member of the post in book form.

I imagine the post long since was abandoned. I wonder who has that history. Most of such scattered thro the east are given up. It looks as if beginning in the East, the posts have moved West till it is likely on the Pacific Coast. The G.A.R. will breath its last.

On leaving Forestville, the boys gave me a present of $30.00, which is ticking the time of day in the parlor.

My people gave me a surprise that came near surprising them.

They persuaded my wife and me to go calling 3 miles in the country taking DEAN WARNERS pony. We wound up with the WILSONS. What a happy call. We were not inclined to hurry, but the Wilsons had a call to town so, we departed. When we drove in front of the Parsonage it was illuminated upstaies and down. What's up? There at the glass door stood Shepard, Looked like my own father. What a jolly time we had.

Next day was our 20th Annivesary. We had some relatives from Wheeling W. Virginia. Seldom such days come. Some dishes still linger with us to mark the greatness of that day.

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