Ah! the world knows nothing of the privations and sorrows and ignorance of many of these poor creatures! Through the winter I am obliged to stop my visitations, but I generally leave a few books and papers for those who can read, and pictures for the children." "Well, parson, I didn't know there was enough goodness in any man in the United States to make him willing to tramp right into the wildest part of the Allegheny.

Mountains to preach the gospel to half a dozen poor people!" exclaimed Growler, still more astonished.
"My friend," responded the gentleman earnestly, "the world is full of Christian men and women who are trying to help others." Just then my mother said to me, "When I hear the beautiful words that minister speaks and see what he is doing, then indeed do I believe that human beings have hearts." As we resumed our journey I wondered if Growler would profit by the sunshiny example of Cheery and the devotion of the parson of St.Thomas.
Later in our travels we came upon some old acquaintances.

Our stopping-place was near an ancient house on a mountain side.

The outlook was the grandest I had ever seen, and though I have traveled much since then I have never found anything to exceed it in beauty.

A glistening river wound its way in a big loop at the foot of the mountain, and beyond it lay stretched out a busy city.
A good many years before a battle had been fought on these heights, which people still remembered and talked about.