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9081 Life Sketches, p. 50.2 (James Springer White)
… for horse-keeping, and left for the Kennebeck. My brother afterward told me that every one he baptized dated their experience from my lectures.
9082 Life Sketches, p. 51.2 (James Springer White)
… tired horse without charge. “I am a member of the Christian church of this place,” said he, “please stop with me.” I gladly accepted the cordial invitation.
9083 Life Sketches, p. 60.2 (James Springer White)
… your horse, and will send an appointment to the school for you to lecture this evening.”
9084 Life Sketches, p. 67.3 (James Springer White)
… my horse at the door. I had labored excessively, and was so hoarse that I could hardly speak above a whisper, and my clothes were wet with sweat. I needed rest. But …
9085 Life Sketches, p. 68.2 (James Springer White)
… poor horse. His turn had come to be wet with sweat, and to shake with cold. A friend had stood at the door watching for my arrival, who took the poor creature, and …
9086 Life Sketches, p. 71.2 (James Springer White)
… -foundered horse, and started for my native town, much worn by the labors of the winter. The snow was very deep. My horse’s feet were much of the time, while passing …
9087 Life Sketches, p. 71.3 (James Springer White)
… the horse, quite over the stakes, into the snow on the other side. The team continued to move along with my horse fairly loaded upon the sled; and, by the time I had …
9088 Life Sketches, p. 72.1 (James Springer White)
“Halloo!” cried I. “Please stop your team and let me have my horse.”
9089 Life Sketches, p. 72.2 (James Springer White)
The good farmer stopped his oxen, and assisted me in unloading my horse, which, when I had mounted, galloped off as well as before.
9090 Life Sketches, p. 72.3 (James Springer White)
… my horse with my weight upon him would frequently sink to his body in the snow. I rode all day with my feet out of the stirrups, and as he would plunge into the snow …
9091 Life Sketches, p. 78.1 (James Springer White)
… , coat, horse, saddle and bridle, looked familiar to me. Just before you came here to lecture, I dreamed that a young man rode into this place on horseback, to speak …
9092 Life Sketches, p. 226.3 (James Springer White)
… . His horse was reeking with sweat. He quickly entered the house, and asked, ‘Is there any one here who needs means? I was impressed that some one here needed money …
9093 Life Sketches, p. 268.1 (James Springer White)
… the horses were changed. This was a great relief to me as I could step into a hotel a few minutes and rest by lying down. The Lord heard us pray, and strengthened …
9094 Life Sketches, p. 270.1 (James Springer White)
… the horse to it, giving him a chance to feed, then spread my cloak upon the grass for a resting place for me. Thus we continued until we arrived at Melbourne. We …
9095 Life Sketches, p. 274.1 (James Springer White)
… the horse, and then I accompanied him. The Lord strengthened him on the way. He received his proof and a note stating that the paper would be off next day, and we …
9096 Life Sketches, p. 278.2 (James Springer White)
… our horse to visit the brethren in Canada and Northern Vermont, while we took the cars for Boston and New Ipswich, N. H. It took us two days to go forty miles to Washington …
9097 Life Sketches, p. 279.1 (James Springer White)
… no horse, and to help him, we told him if he would get a horse we would ride in the sleigh with him, and give him our fare which would be about five dollars on the cars …
9098 Life Sketches, p. 279.2 (James Springer White)
… a horse, although we had given it up for others to use, and had come that journey in the tedious manner described. Jealousy was aroused by N. A. H. that Brother White …
9099 Life Sketches, p. 290.2 (James Springer White)
… good horse Charlie, given to us by brethren in Vermont, and covered carriage. We hardly dared to leave the child in so critical a state, but decided to go unless …
9100 Life Sketches, p. 292.2 (James Springer White)
… the horse by the roadside and eat our lunch. Then my husband, with paper and pencil upon the cover of our dinner-box, or the top of his hat would write articles …