He would have liked to stop at a number of places they passed, and remain for life, what there was left of it; but he obediently walked on over any kind of an old road that came in his way, and solaced himself with whatever kind of a bite the roadside afforded.

He was becoming a much-travelled horse.

He knew a threshing-machine by sight now, and considered it no more than a prairie bob-cat.
At one stopping-place a good woman advised Elizabeth to rest on Sundays.
She told her God didn't like people to do the same on His day as on other days, and it would bring her bad luck if she kept up her incessant riding.
It was bad for the horse too.

So, the night being Saturday, Elizabeth remained with the woman over the Sabbath, and heard read aloud the fourteenth chapter of John.

It was a wonderful revelation to her.