stin depot. Waited for train five hours to 8 P. M.

JAN. 6, Tuesday.--Arrived in San Antonio at 1 A. M. Departed for
Flatonia at 8 A. M., arriving at noon. Looked up the folks. Preached
at night for Pastor T. E. Hillson, whose second child was baptized,
as the first had been by the same hand at the dedication in Luling,
his alternate church.

JAN. 7, Wednesday.--Up at 4 and off to Luling, arriving by daylight.
Off then, by livery rig, 45 miles to Riddleville.

JAN. 8, Thursday.--On to Helena, 15 miles. Ride out with freedman, 3
miles, to our Colony Church. Lecture at night for Pastor Thompson.

JAN. 9, Friday.--Half a day of writing. Visited at another freedman's
home, taking supper. Preached at night.

JAN. 10, Saturday.--Brother Thompson, with another colored man and
myself, start for Corpus, 80 miles, reaching Goliad, 35 miles, at
night. We are entertained at Pastor T. Benson's.

JAN. 11, Sunday.--In the morning, Sunday-school, preaching and
communion. At night, preaching. Conferring all day, at the intervals,
with "parties," being called upon even after retiring at night.

JAN. 12, Monday.--Up and off before daylight, without breakfast. But
Mrs. Benson has provided for us a grand lunch box that lasts us three
for the two days through to Corpus. No place on the way, to put up;
no chance to buy eatables. Our boss has planned to reach the half-way
spot on the Popolota for camping. The day wears away, and it is 10
o'clock before we come to the halting-place. For the last three hours
Brother Thompson had led the way lantern in hand, splashing through
the mud and water. We turn under a live oak, take out and feed the
jaded horses, and eat our snack, and commit ourselves to the Heavenly
Father, and at 11 o'clock turn in for the night, Brother Thompson on
the ground, _under_ the hack, and Brother Eding and I _in_ the hack,
doubled like a couple of jackknives into our four feet square of
space, being all of a color. By our side the ponies through the night
crunch their corn; and, by turn, we jump up to drive off the cows
from stealing their hay. But we sleep, and snore, and rest some.

TUESDAY, Jan 13.--Up and off by daybreak. We camp for breakfast
lunch. We camp for dinner lunch. As we consume the fragments, how we
do bless Mrs. Benson. When, at her own table, we had praised her
baking and cooking, she responded: "Oh, I learned that at Talladega
College." Then I had to tell Dr. Strieby's story of the native
preache