I have read many demonstrations by young people and would like to add mine. Last fall, about a mile from home, I tried to "hop" a two-horse wagon loaded with iron fence. I tried to step on the rub block, but missed it and fell down and the hind wheel ran over both feet at the instep. It ran over my right foot first, and before it ran over the left, I thought of that part of the ninety-first Psalm: "They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone;" and though the left foot was run over in the same place it was hardly bruised.
I sat down by the side of the road and treated myself, and pretty soon a boy came along and said he would tell papa about it. (Papa taught school four miles below there.) In about half an hour papa came along on a wheel and told me to get on and ride home. I could ride on the left foot, and when I got home I could walk with but little pain. Mamma treated me for the swelling, and the next day I rode all around town with the boys and none of them were any the wiser for it.
I have had many other demonstrations.
