ok for the common people to read." "Ah, I think not. God has
nothing too good for his children," said I. The teacher, however,
that reads and prays should be a good teacher.

Referring to the fact that these voters seemed to recognize me as
soon as they saw me, though they had never seen me before, reminds me
that has been my experience generally through life. I never could
account for people, who had only heard of me, knowing me upon first
sight, unless it was because of my long black beard and porcupinish
hair. There was one exception to this, however, when I was taken to
be quite another person. This I must now tell.

One year I went with Elder Joseph Wilson to a church in Lawrence
County, Indiana, called White River Union, to help him hold his
yearly protracted meeting. It was on Sunday morning. The elder and
I were seated on the rostrum when a woman and her little daughter
came in and taking seats, looking up at us, when the child pointing
at me whispered to her mother, "See Papa." The woman looked and
thought, (so she said afterwards)--why, sure enough." I did not
think he was coming. Upon second thought she knew it could not be
he, for he would not be in the pulpit. The fact was that the woman
and her child both thought at first without doubt that I was the
husband and the father, simply because I looked like him. The name
of this family was Malott, and the husband was doctor. I did not get
to see him. I wish I had. I would like to see the man that I look
so much alike, and even his wife and child could not tell the
difference. Perhaps I could see myself then as others see me, which
I, nor, any man has ever yet been able to do.

No two men or any two things are exactly alike. Nor should we always
judge a man by his looks.

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C H A P T E R T E N

Brother John. Washington, Ind. An accident. An incident.
Indianapolis, Hiram. Garfield.

I must tell you one other story, boys, about how I was not known.
Upon my arrival from Missouri to Indiana I went at once to your Uncle
John's. They did not know I was coming. This was in the fall of
1861. Brother John had not yet returned from his school. When he
did come he stopped at the woodpile and commenced to cut wood for the
next day. His wife stepped out on the porch and said, "John, come
in, there is a man here who wants to stay all night." "Well," said
brother, "let him stay." And he kept on cutting wood. But he finally
c