Thus joyfully he accepted this new brotherhood he had found in Kansas, and our churches just as joyfully set him to preaching.

We needed preachers, and here was one already made to our hand.
Early in the spring of 1860 the weather came off exquisitely fine.

It was like a hectic flush--the deceptive seeming of health on the cheek of the consumptive.

It was a spring without rain, in which the sun was shining beautiful and bright, in which the evenings were balmy and pleasant, and the road good; but to be followed by a summer of scorching heat, of hot winds that burned the vegetation like the breath of a furnace, leaving the people to starve.

The inhabitants of Kansas will never forget the year 1860, the drought and the famine.
It was in the springtime, in the midst of this beautiful weather, we called Bro.