John Brown lived half way between Ripley and Rushville, but was a member of the church at Rushville.Bro.Brown was a man of good sense, excellent character, and had been a member of the Legislature.

He attended our meeting at Rushville, and, in the intervals of the meeting, was full of questions concerning this heresy that had been sprung on them at Ripley.
Our meeting at Rushville came to a close.

It had been a good meeting; the church had been revived, and there had been important additions.

I took dinner with Bro.

Brown, and in the afternoon we rode toward Ripley.
On crossing the ferry at Crooked Creek, "Old Rob Burton," the ferryman, a tall, stalwart Kentuckian, looking down on me, asked, "Are you the man that's goin' to preach at Ripley to-night ?" "Yes." "Wall, don't you know thar's a woman thar that's goin' to skin you ?" "Well, I don't know.