"When I emerged from the corn a voice spoke to me. It was a voice as plain as I ever heard one. It was no silent, strong impression of the spirit, but a voice, repeating a verse of the saint's hymn:
"That soul who on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I cannot, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake!
"From that moment I had no more fear. I felt that nothing could hurt me. Soon after this the mob sent us word that unless we were all out of the State by a certain day we should be killed.
"The day came, and at evening came fifty armed men to execute the sentence.
"I met them at the door. They demanded of me why I was not gone? I bade them enter and see their own work. They crowded into my room and I showed them my wounded boy. They came, party after party, until all had seen my excuse. Then they quarreled among themselves and came near fighting.
"At last they went away, all but two. These I thought were detailed to kill us. Then the two returned.
"'Madam,' said one, 'have you any meat in the house?'
"' No,' was my reply.
"'Could you dress a fat hog if one was laid at your door?'
"'I think we could!' was my answer.