I wanted him to make his promise L5,000 in round figures.

But he simply said, 'I cannot promise.' We shall see!" The following description of one Australian night ride may give some idea both of the eagerness of the people to hear him, and of the amount of fatigue The General was able to endure:-- "We left at 5 P.M.The journey was certainly unique in my history.
Six or seven times in that night, or early morning, was I fetched out of my carriage to deliver addresses.

The Mayors of two of the towns were there to receive me, with crowds all placed in orderly fashion, with torches burning, everything quiet as death while I spoke, and finishing up only with the ringing of the departing bell of the train and the hurrahs of the people.
"At two in the morning, at Wagga-Wagga, of Tichborne fame, they fairly bombarded my carriage shouting, 'General Booth, won't you speak to us?
Won't you come out ?' But I thought you could really have too much of a good thing.
"At another station, after speaking for the twenty minutes allowed for breakfast, a lady put through the window a really superb English breakfast, as good as ever I had in my life, with everything necessary for eating it, and as we went off she added, 'Mind, I am a Roman Catholic.' "The reception at Sydney was enormous, they say never surpassed, and only equalled once at the burial of some celebrated oarsman who died on the way from England.

They had arranged a great reception for him, and they gave it to his corpse.

The enthusiasm of the Meetings is Melbourne over again." The General's almost invariable escape from illness during so many years of travelling, in so many varying climates and seasons, can only be attributed to God's special guidance and care.