Mar. 25th. We go five miles to Little River where we called on D. Langster, a poor miner. We have religious and other talk, take dinner, and leave three tracts. We pass on and call on Mr. John Rambo from Texas. He is not at home. His wife is sorry because she thinks he would like to talk with us. We talk with her and a storekeeper and pass on for Charleyang.
After ten miles walk, we are told Charleyang is still three miles. We are directed on a bridle path. We lose our trail in the dark and zigzag for some time. We find and follow a trail about three miles. We hear a dog, follow the sound, see a light and find a house. Charleyang is still three miles. We are lost and tired. Brother Cluff has walked enough. With a cup of tea and a blanket, he would stop. They have very poor accommodations but we can stop. It is Bentley, a local preacher. There was some talk on their fortunes and misfortunes, on America and Australia, and, telling them we are representatives from America, we retire.
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