now was so deep that a horse could not travel very
well and he had to walk it three times a day. I had not my white mother
then to care for me, but my own mother did what she could for me and I
know that she has her reward in heaven for all that she has ever done
for me in the times when I needed the most care.

There is good Dr. Reeves, a good Quaker doctor, and I had to have him to
attend me. He was very kind and gentle in his treatment of me and I am
very glad that I found such a friend in him, for he was like a father to
me? I shall not overlook dear Dr. Warmsley, who was a good doctor to me
and he was kind as he could be, and I shall not forget him, although I
have not seen him for a long time.

What shall I say of the last doctor that I was under out West, and that
is Dr. J. W. Ford, who was so kind to me as a stranger. He would come
when he was sent for. It made no difference what time of day or night.
It might be you would find him on his way where he was sent for and
sometimes he would be on the road all night long, for he is the best
doctor in the county, and I was going to say the best in the State of
West Virginia. They all send for him; far and near, where they have any
fever, and he is so good in fevers, through the Lord, he is sure to
bring them out of if they do as he tells them. May the Lord give him a
good long life to do the will of Him who is the greatest doctor after
all. And if we only put our trust in Him we shall find that He will make
our sick bed easy for us and He will carry us all the way while we are
sick, for He has borne our sorrows and sickness.

To my story as a school girl: It was full of sweet love and regard, for
I gained favor with all of the teachers and professors and all of the
pupils. The Lord be praised for all of this love and joy that came to me
in my school days. Then the love that came from the Washington Avenue
Baptist Church of sending me the sum of twenty or thirty dollars to help
me in paying my expenses was of the greatest love for one in a school,
as I wanted to pay as I went, and then the Sunday-school would send me
their money, one of the dear, loving favors of God's love, and naming
each time from which the money came and sending it through the Board at
Chicago. Then Mrs. Conley or Mrs. Connell sent it to me and the Board
sent the same way when my own beloved church sent me money. It was in
the time of Mrs. Sarah Fulton and she did not forget me when I was in
scho