We drank of the rock, and we thought of that Rock which followed Israel.

It seemed good to have such an image of Jesus as such a rock, with the strength of the hills in it, and with its inexhaustible springs, its beautiful entablature, its cool shadow, following a company through a desert.

What thoughts and feelings did it give us respecting our adorable Immanuel, God with us.

Dear Susan, looking up, said, "Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I." After invoking the blessing of God, and refreshing ourselves from our little store, our friends wandered away by themselves, and left us to enjoy the opportunity for prayer, which we supposed they also sought in withdrawing from us.
As they returned, the father had the little boy on his two hands, and, approaching me, he looked up to the cascade, and said, "'See, here is water; what doth hinder me to be baptized ?'" I was at no loss to understand the quotation and the request.
"Would you like to have the little one baptized here ?" said I.
"We should," they both exclaimed.

"We are going into a destitute place at the West, and there is no church, you tell us, within several miles of where we expect to live.