The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A. Nation eBook

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about five miles from town.  Our horse was not very safe for he had a way of balking.  Bro.  Crouce told me to give him a severe cut across the back and give him the reins if he attempted to balk.  I tried this on two occasions, following his directions.  The horse reared up and acted in a way that terrified me, but I conquered and for ten years I drove that horse.  He was a noble beast with almost human sense.  This journey was four hundred miles.  For a hundred and fifty miles I was accompanied by a young girl of sixteen years of age, who was a farmer’s daughter and seemed to be afraid of nothing.  She was a great inspiration to me, preparing me to drive the two hundred and fifty miles alone.  The great difficulty was in finding places to stop at night.  I got so I did not look for large roomy houses for entertainment, but the smaller ones.  I found out that the friends of the poor are the poor.  Mr. Nation met me at Topeka and he was so pleased that he said:  “You shall have this horse and buggy for your own.”

Holton was thirty miles north and we drove up together.

I began to have a contempt for popular preaching, keeping apart from “clicks” and “sects”.  I knew that my husband ought not to be in the ministry.  I do not believe he was ever a converted man.  This made me very miserable, putting us in a false light before the people.  It was my desire to serve God in a simple, humble way.  Before the year was out because of some dissatisfaction in the church between Mr. Nation and the board, we left Holton.  I then drove back to Medicine Lodge alone, enjoying my trip very much.  Mr. Nation never took charge of a church again.  He was a man well versed in law, and at one time rendered valuable service in prosecuting liquor cases in Medicine Lodge.

When I lived in Texas and was keeping hotel in Richmond, one cold rainy morning, a lot of men came in from the train.

I took special notice of one man.  His hands were that of a woman, his face was very refined, but his clothes were shabby.  He was sitting by himself and I said to him:  “You must excuse me but you look so much like a catholic priest I once saw.”  I did not then dream he was one.  Next morning I sent one of the boys that waited on the table to see what was the matter that he did not come down to breakfast.  He was sick.  I went up to see him and he told me he often had attacks of heart trouble; that he had fallen in a faint in the yard the night before.  I asked him if he had any friends.  He said:  “No.”  I asked him his business?  “You guessed it last night,” he replied.  Then he told me he was a catholic priest.  I was very much astonished for he had on a common suit with a red necktie.  I then knew he was in trouble somewhere.  He told me he had no money.  I told him he was welcome to stay as long as he wished.  I gathered up some clean garments and did for him all I could.  I felt glad to have this catholic priest in my house.  I resolved to

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