Lord.In the early part of January, 1794, the people at Caldwell's Manor sent out for some one to administer the ordinance of Christian baptism. As I was the only Baptistminister in the region, except elder Call, and he was an aged man, and ten miles further off, there could be no doubt with respect to the path of duty. A friend of mine volunteeredto take me down in his sleigh. We started Monday morning and proceeded to Highgate,(Vt.); here we put up at the house of a German by the name of Wagoner.
In the morningwe followed his direction, crossed Misisque Bay and arrived at the Manor in season toappoint a meeting in the evening. We put up with Doctor Cune, a Baptist from RhodeIsland. In the morning we crossed over to the west side of the Manor about eight miles,into the neighborhood where the revival had been the most powerful. Soon after wearrived, the house was filled with people, and I preached to them; and again in theevening. The next day we met at 9-o'clock in the morning, and spent the whole day inexamining candidates for baptism; we heard and received thirty of all ages from 10 to 50years. They possessed very little theoretic knowledge. Nearly all they knew, they had been taught by the Holy Spirit, and they told a plain, unvarnished tale of the dealings of God with their souls; and I have seldom heard such a number of Christian experiences sohighly satisfactory, and decidedly evidential of a real change of heart. The next day werepaired to the Lake, cut a hole in the ice, and fifteen of those happy and devoteddisciples were, in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, immersed agreeably to thecommand of the divine Saviour. The baptism of the remaining fifteen was deferred untilthe next Monday, it being their choice to have it performed in the vicinity where theyresided.Among those who were baptized, there was a family who were brought to theknowledge of the truth in an extraordinary way; indeed, in a manner which shows thatGod is wise in counsel, and wonderful in working. They were Low Dutch people,remarkably ignorant, and even profane in their common conversation. The eldestdaughter, at about the age of fourteen, was employed as a hired maid, in the family of Mr.William Marsh, who was a pious and devout Baptist professor. Poor Mary wasastonished to see the whole family, in the evening, rise up and stand while Mr. Marshtalked ten or fifteen minutes. What it meant, or what it was for, she could not imagine. Nor could she devise to whom it was that Mr. Marsh addressed his conversation, as shecould see no one to whom he could direct his speech. In the morning a similar sceneoccurred; and Mary became alarmed and uneasy, fearing there was something that portended evil to her, in this unaccountable proceeding. As the same scene took placeevery morning and evening, and she had in vain racked her invention to find out themeaning of it, she resolved to go home and ask her father. After stating her difficulty, andobserving she did not like to live with William Marsh, she asked him who it was to whomMr. Marsh talked?
The old Dutchman, in his broken English, replied,
don't know, to dedevil I subbose.
This answer did not quite satisfy Mary nor calm her apprehensions; shetherefore plucked up courage, and put the momentous question, which perplexed her anddestroyed her peace, to Mr. Marsh himself. He asked her whether she knew that there wasa God who made us, sustained us, and redeemed us; and that it is our duty to worshiphim? She replied, that this was all new to her, that she had never heard any thing of the
John Waggoner lived in Highgate, Vermont at this time. Francis, who might have beena brother, lived in Alburgh, Vermont. Francis also had a son named John (LMW).2