The minister was sick, and he was applied to, in his capacity of _helper_, to perform funeral rites, and he left his watch to do it.

He said, his heavenly Master called him, and he _would_ go though he expected a flogging.

He must serve his Savior whatever come.

"Can't put we in dungeon _now_," said Grandfather Jacob with a triumphant look.
When told that there were slaves in America, and that they were not yet emancipated, he exclaimed, "Ah, de Savior make we free, and he will make dem free too.

He come to Antigo first--he'll be in Merica soon." When the time had come for him to leave, he came and pressed our hands, and fervently gave us his patriarchal blessing.