SATURDAY, May 23.  Come fourteen miles to Clover Creek Meeting there in forenoon and afternoon.  Stay all night at Brother Dellinger’s.

SUNDAY, May 24.  Meeting at three places to-day.  A delightful day as to weather; and should be enjoyable to all in the way of good speaking.

MONDAY, May 25.  Commence taking in questions in afternoon.  Cloudy all day.  Stay all night at Brother Dellinger’s.

TUESDAY, May 26.  Discuss questions all day.  Cloudy all forenoon, but clears up in afternoon.  Stay all night at Brother John Brumbach’s.

WEDNESDAY, May 27.  Discuss questions, but get through with business by two o’clock; and the Annual Meeting breaks up.  I come to Brother Daniel Snoberger’s, where I stay all night.

THURSDAY, May 28.  Go to a store at Enterprise and buy a few articles.  After dinner come through Snake Spring valley and across Bloody Run to Jesse O’Neil’s, where I stay all night.  Fine day.

FRIDAY, May 29.  Come six miles to Chanyville; then eleven miles to Gibbon; then two miles to John Deacon’s where I get dinner and have Nell fed; then twenty miles to Brother Abraham Miller’s in Hampshire County, Virginia, where I stay all night.  Fine day.

SATURDAY, May 30.  Come ten miles to Souer’s, where I dine and feed; then five miles out to the pike, and eight miles to North River; then three miles to Brother Wilson’s, but to get there have to ride two miles out of the way to pass unmolested.  Stay all night at Brother Wilson’s.  Rain to-day.

SUNDAY, May 31.  Come twenty-two miles to Nimrod Stradaman’s, where I dine and feed; then sixteen miles to James Fitzwater’s, where I stay all night.  Fine day.

MONDAY, June 1.  Come ten miles to Michael Wine’s; get dinner, and in afternoon cross the mountain and get home.

It may not be out of place to call the reader’s attention to several points of special interest connected with this journey of Brother Kline to this the next to last Annual Meeting it was his privilege to attend.  Let the reader think of the distance to be traveled over in going and coming—­three hundred and thirty-four miles—­all on the back of his favorite Nell.  Over a good road, in a time of peace, with plenty of familiar friends by the way, such a distance with a good horse would be but a delightful recreation to one accustomed, as was Brother Kline, to horse-back riding.  But a great part of his way lay through a mountainous and thinly-peopled country, with only a path in some places to direct his course; and, worst of all, he did not know where he was safe from arrest, as army lines at this stage of the war were almost constantly changing.  How great, then, must have been his love for the Brethren!  Where can another man be found to compare with him in fearless resolution to do what he believed would be pleasing to the Lord and the Brethren, whom he loved more than he did his own life!  Neither was he encouraged by the Brethren at home to go.  They advised him not to go.  But his heart was fixed; and his loving soul would have been filled with melancholy sadness to have stayed at home and thought of the warm hearts and kind hands he might have met by going.  He would rather see his Brethren and die, if necessary, than live without the sight.