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bedsacks, at first the man could hardly be persuaded to part with them, but
when we told him our pitiful story of not having slept on a bed since being on
the Is. his heart was toutched & now, we have for tonight, the luxury of one sack filled
with blades. Two luxuries in a day. Three, in fact, China, bread & a bed.

Sunday 30. Rose early but breakfasted late. While standing on the back stoop
saw a white man coming it proved to be surgeon Fish, from camp, whom we had not
met, after sitting awhile with him, the children began to come, whom we had invited for
Sunday School, perhaps 'twould be more strictly speaking a sing, all went in the other
parlor where our seats were, Mr. B. lead the singing, talked to them about the song, "Joyfully
Joyfully onward we move." They learned one verse. One young mother, Bess, sat the
while nursing her child as composedly as if at home. All seemed earnest to learn
& some had sweet voices though they would accent some of the words strangely. "I have
a Father in the Promised Land" is a great favorite with them. At sundown had a
meeting in the same place for the older people, not many came, we think we shall not
find it advisable to continue this meeting as we find the people in the neighborhood go
to a church three miles distant, they do not get back till late, probably a greater number
came the first time from curiosity and interest in us. Mr. B. read 54 Is. 13 Matt. Remarks
on Gal. 6. 7 & 8., sang "Coronation," at the close, "Old Hundred."