. An autobiography [electronic resource]: the story of the Lord's dealings with Mrs. Amanda Smith, the colored evangelist : containing an account of her life work of faith, and her travels in America, England, Ireland, Scotland, India, and Africa, as an independent missionary . Mr. Buck came in in the morning, he was very much pale he looked. We could not get any breakfast; nobodyseemed to want anything to eat. He said we would have to pile up all the things in the we began. The people up at the Mission House had piled theirtrunks outside. The water began to come in on t
. An autobiography [electronic resource]: the story of the Lord's dealings with Mrs. Amanda Smith, the colored evangelist : containing an account of her life work of faith, and her travels in America, England, Ireland, Scotland, India, and Africa, as an independent missionary . Mr. Buck came in in the morning, he was very much pale he looked. We could not get any breakfast; nobodyseemed to want anything to eat. He said we would have to pile up all the things in the we began. The people up at the Mission House had piled theirtrunks outside. The water began to come in on them. Between three and four oclock in the morning Miss Sparksand Miss Lc ighton came down to our house. We had got ourthings out of one part of the house, and piled them in the parlor;then we took them fiom there and piled them on the veranda out-side. When morning came we were all in the parlor having a littlerest. Some one said we ought to have a prayer meeting; so wegot down and prayed as best we could; then we rose, and werequietly thinking what was the next thing to be done. I went to my room, for I felt I could pray a little better awhile Miss Sparks came in, and she knelt down by the bedbeside me, and we prayed. I shall never forget Miss Hill Men, Naini Tal, India. Amanda Smith. 311 When we arose she said, The Lord has given me the assur-a ce that this house will not go down. I said, Amen. After we went out, the engineer, who had been examining thehillside, came by and said to Mr. Buck, I think this end of yourhouse will go; but the other end is on the rock, and I think it issafer. About nine oclock the baker came. We got several loaves ofbread, for that was about all we could get to eat. I bought twoloaves for my men; they had not had anything to eat, and theywere shivering with the cold, and were wet and hungry; but theircaste feeling was so deep, that, hungry as they were, they wouldnot touch the bread. One of them seemed for a moment to hav
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