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28                                           Memories of a Long Life

scholars attend and did myself.  My father consecrated his life anew.  I have hope of his life, though short. He died in April, 1877.

             Well, a man sent me word that if I did not pay what he said my father owed him he would sue me.  I did not know that he owed one dollar, but I did know that the same man came to my father, to get a barrel of sorghum syrup.  Heard he had 500 gallons.  Father let him have a barrel.  I know that he never paid him a penny.  Well, everything was sold and he got what he claimed.  I told some of the people that if he had acted unjust that God would send some judgment upon him, and it was not very long before he went crazy and died in distress for how he treated me.  I did pray that he would repent of all his wrong, that his soul might be saved.

             Now, 1928 is near a close, and I may not live to see another year.  I have tried to do some little good to those that were in need.  I heard the first of November of a family that was in distress.  I did not know the name nor where they lived.  I walked until I had about given out, and went into another house and was told that such a family they heard was in need.  I went and found, oh, such sorrow.  I saw a family was moving nearby and I thought they were strangers.  I proposed to the head of the home to go to see them and give them a welcome, as I was taught from a child to do, or if at church I see strangers, to go ask their name and tell mine, with a welcome.  But the head of the house, said, “No, I cannot go or let you go while you make my house your home; I do not know that they are nice people, and I don’t visit people unless they are nice.”  Well, I will say, as I told some of the neighbors, if they are in need and trouble I will go, and if they are not nice I will try to help them get nice, and I asked some if Christ, while on earth, did not go about to find the nice people to help?  I read my Bible.  I think that His business was the poor and fallen ones were the ones He was helping, and I feel that if I am to follow Him that I must do so, and, with His smile and help, if I meet a convict I will try to speak a kind word and look pleasant as I can.

             As a nurse and a home missionary I have never refused to go to those sick of any disease.  I have nursed every kind of fever but yellow, and I ever knew that to be in our part of the country.  I was asked once to go to a home where there were five in bed with typhoid fever.  I was to receive two dollars a day, but no other white or black could be hired or persuaded to go.  I went.  It was ten miles and I spent five weeks.  Tree of the five died and not one person offered to come stay day or night.  The mother died first.  I sent to get some neighbors to come but none would come so I did the best I could with her dead body.  I feel that she entered Heaven.  In a few weeks a baby went Home and