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Beyond Penn's Treaty

The Bank of Faith and Works United

Page out of 56
years, being a professed Deist in this part, and made this
excuse for coming to day, “As it is a woman who is going
to preach, I will go and hear what she has to say:” there-
fore it was no wonder that the Merciful Jesus should find
him out among the multitude. Had I known the man
was a Deist, and despised the sect of religious professors,
I could not have reached him with a more suitable testi-
mony; but I am better pleased, that the Spirit, who
searcheth all things, directed my heart and eyes to him:
for he must think it strange, as I was not known by any
there.

Coming out of the woods, many Besought me to return
back, as they had come unseasonably, four and six miles
distance; and did not know that the meeting was so early.
Standing to know the Will of my Gracious Master, I was
surprised with the Spirit of prayer, which came on me in
the twilling of an eye, and I supplicated Heaven for a
parting blessing upon this people, who had come to hear
a stranger, who had left all to follow Jesus, the Friend of
sinners; that I might be an instrument in His Hands to
seek out the lost sheep of the house of Israel.

Isaac Wobby came for me, and we rode together six
miles, from Augusta to Paris. This man was an Indian
from Long-Island, who lives in Brothertown, and teaches
some of that Tribe, as God giveth him ability. He told
me he was converted fourteen years ago, and fell away,
and was very wicked; but since that, he was restored to
Divine Favour, and now enjoys the Love of Jesus Christ.
I rode on one of his horses, for the white people did not
lend me one, which I think was a great neglect, as I was
willing to spend my strength, and last breath in promo-
ting the Gospel of our Lord and Saviour, any where that
His Spirit leads me to suffer, or do His Will.

Though I have in this part had many kind friends, yet
various have been my sorrows, which have come from un-
expected quarters, and from such who should heal, and
not try to wound. My friend Samuel Kirkland’s daugh-
ter Eliza, has treated me as a sister, and conducted me to