On June 27, 1902, I went with a little girl, twelve years...

On June 27, 1902, I went with a little girl, twelve years old, to see a friend who lived ten miles from our home. We were in a cart, and drove a spirited little pony. As we were returning in the evening, the horse suddenly became unmanageable, and the frightened child, who was driving, dropped the lines and fell out of the cart, and the horse went dashing over the prairie, while I sat in the cart with one useless line lying in my lap and the other dragging on the ground beyond my reach. As night was coming on, and I momentarily expected to be thrown out, my first thought was that I would have to remain out on the prairie all night. My next thought, however, was that God would protect me and keep me from harm, and this thought destroyed all fear. When I noticed the pony again, we were in the road and on our way home, but oh, such a way as it was! All I could do was to hold to the seat of the cart and try to realize that God was near. There were several turns in the road, and once the cart wheel nearly struck a big rock; then we came to the bridge over the Missouri River, and while we were crossing, a train was just leaving the railway crossing over which we must soon pass.

When this much of the journey had been accomplished, I thanked God fervently, and hoped the worst was over. The horse was now trotting through town, and I tried to stop her by speaking kindly to her. Finding, however, that this made her run again, I just had to trust more fully in God. I had a mile farther to go, had to recross the railroad and open a gate leading into a field, before home could be reached. When we arrived at the gate it was closed, and the horse stopped a moment, then dashed off over the prairie at a terrible rate. We were now quite near a very large ditch, or canal, and I knew there was still great danger ahead. Realizing that God was my only help, I placed all my trust in Him. When the frantic animal had made three or four circles over the rough prickly pears, she went to the fence and stopped, panting fearfully. Feeling perfectly safe now, I quietly got out of the cart before any one arrived to assist me. I had ridden nearly five miles without lines! Once, on the way, I asked two men on horseback to stop my horse, but their efforts were fruitless. The owner of the horse soon came, and drove back to meet his little girl, whom he found walking home.

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