As it was, one leg was very much bruised and hurt.

He thus described, in writing, to a friend what followed:-- "March 13, 1903 .-- The accident came at a very unfortunate moment, and at the onset it looked like spoiling the closing chapters of the Campaign.
"But God is good.

I was favoured with the services of one of the most skilful and experienced surgeons in New York.

He put my leg into starch, and then into a plaster of Paris jacket.

And by dint of resolution, and the supporting Spirit of my Heavenly Father, I went through the last Meeting with apparent satisfaction to everybody about me, and some little comfort to myself.
"It was a great effort.