We assembled about three thousand strong, on a little rise in the ground, and here the men were formed in a hollow square.

Rain was threatening, but perhaps might have held off had it not been for the action of one of the members of my congregation, who in the rear ranks was overheard by my son to utter the prayer--"O Lord, have mercy in this hour, and send us now a gentle shower." The prayer of the young saint was answered immediately, the rain came down in torrents, the church parade was called off, and I went back to my tent to get dry.
Day after day passed and more men poured in.

They were a splendid lot, full of life, energy and keen delight in the great enterprise.
Visitors from the city thronged the camp in the afternoons and evenings.

A cinema was opened, but was brought to a fiery end by the men, who said that the old man in charge of it never changed his films.
One of the most gruesome experiences I had was taking the funeral of a young fellow who had committed suicide.

I shall never forget the dismal service which was held, for some reason or other, at ten o'clock at night.