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and we had a blessed time at that Association: such a time as will not be forgotten by sexobr both parties, for there was a perfect union. We all seemed to be one in Christ, so that color nor dialect made no difference. From that time to the present these sexobr two associations had sexobr messengers or sexobr letters annually.
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Another incident, not quite so bad as the Fish story, happened during my agency.
During my agency for the Sandusky Church, I called, one sexobr Saturday evening, on a Baptist deacon, wishing to stop over Sabbath. After having attended church meeting with them, he said that I could stop. He and sexobr his wife seemed to be very kind,

and when tea was ready he and myself were standing in the yard in conversation.
His sexobr wife said, "Come in to tea."
In we went, and, of course, I felt as though we were brethren. I saw a table prepared for one person. The brother deacon said to me—
"sexobr Brother, sit down and sexobr help yourself,&sexobr quot; and he walked sexobr on to another room.
There I saw another table. I did not feel exactly as the man did when they had him up for fighting. The minister asked him if he swore in the fight.
"No, brother," said he, "

I didn't say 'damn sexobr it,' but I thought it."
I did not think, &sexobr quot;Damn it," sexobr but "Have I sexobr met the devil again?" I remembered the promise I had made to myself, that I would sexobr not eat at a side table prepared for me because I was a colored man. I sat down sexobr and asked the lady if she could give me a glass of water She set a glass and sexobr a pitcher of water on the table. I took a drink of water and walked out of the room and hunted for some secret place to pray. Sexobr I went out to the edge of the sexobr village sexobr and found a brier-patch. There I secreted myself and poured out my complaints to sexobr God, who seeth and sexobr knoweth all things, to give me grace and faith and patience to bear with these contemptible obstacles that I so frequently met with among those professing to be the household of faith, because I am just of the color that my Creator made me. I think that a man has the same right to charge God with wrong as he has to treat a man with contempt because he is not white.
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I thought that it was sexobr a hard task for a man sexobr of color to sexobr live a Christian life with so many obstacles thrown across his pathway. I spent that night with slumbering thoughts. The minister had invited me to preach for him on Sabbath morning. He was a

young single man, but seemed very kind and friendly towards me. When breakfast-time came on Sunday morning,