A Canvasser’s Experience
By W. F. MAYERS
I LEFT Keene, October 19, on a canvassing trip to southwestern Texas. I traveled about two hundred miles in a buggy, and canvassed enough to pay my expenses while looking for a location for the winter. After going to several towns without finding a suitable place, I was finally led to this little place, and then I could understand why the way had been hedged up when I tried to locate in some of the other towns. When I began canvassing here, I found a mixed population of Americans, Germans, and Mexicans. As I can talk in their languages, I am able to meet them more successfully. People like to be addressed in their own tongue, and some of them give a canvasser a cool reception if he is not able to talk in their language. I am using English, German, and Spanish books. I greatly regret that we have no books in the Spanish language that give the three angels’ messages. I am using “Cristo nuestro Salvador” and “Cartilla Evangelica” (“Christ Our Saviour,” and “Gospel Primer”). I hope there will be other books published that will more fully meet the needs of the millions of Spanish-speaking people in every place. My heart has been cheered, and I have taken a more hopeful view of the work among the Mexican people, as I have met those who seemed honest hearted and had a love of truth. I have a great desire to see this gospel of the kingdom fully preached among them, and I am sure that in the sifting there will be found some grains of wheat to be gathered into the heavenly garner. My wife is canvassing the town, and I the surrounding country. While we have many difficulties to meet in this work, yet we are pressing forward, and trusting in the Lord. We thank him for a part in this last message of mercy to mankind, and for the promise that we shall reap if we faint not.