The services were held under a brush arbor that had been built just outside of the yard near the home of an old brother who seemed to be the main stay and support of the meeting, as well as of the little church in that community. A number of ladies, under the supervision of his wife did the cooking there in her kitchen, and the people ate around some long temporary tables that had been set up in the back yard.

I had joined the Primitive Baptists in Kentucky on the fourth Sunday in January, 1893, and I was living at Turner's Station, three miles east of Campbellsburg. Friday morning I walked the three miles to the meeting. Elder Peter Swain preached the first sermon and then we dismissed for lunch. As we were gathering back into the house, Elder Eubanks approached me and said, "We expect you to speak for us now." I told him that I had tried to do so several times and was in the dark each time, and that I had better not try any more. But he insisted and I began to beg the Lord to show me if it was my duty to ii try to preach. And as I was in great heaviness about it. I asked the Lord to show me what to preach...