[Cincinnati]
Sunday afternoon, May 28, at two o’clock, Helen, Abby, and I left here for Berea, stopping a few minutes with the Herrmanns. After a hurried supper in Berea, I preached in the college chapel for the closing service of the year—fifteen hundred mountain boys and girls. Talked to them on Zechariah 2, “The City without Walls.”
Sunday afternoon, May 28, at two o’clock, Helen, Abby, and I left here for Berea, stopping a few minutes with the Herrmanns. After a hurried supper in Berea, I preached in the college chapel for the closing service of the year—fifteen hundred mountain boys and girls. Talked to them on Zechariah 2, “The City without Walls.”
Next morning about 10:30 started for Hendersonville, going
by way of Knoxville and the Smoky Mountain Park. The road across Smoky
Mountains into Ashville is not finished, but we skirted the northern edge,
which is very beautiful, and at 10:30, passing through a heavy rain, arrived at
Hendersonville.
Cousin Mary has almost lost her eyesight through cataracts.
Two years ago she broke her hip and gets around with difficulty. We spent most
of the day with them, leaving at five o’clock. We drove through the mountains
to Chimney Rock, back to Ashville, and so on along the French Broad River in
the sunset, arriving at Newport, Tennessee, just after dark. Here we spent the
night and about five o’clock the next morning started for home (400 miles).
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