Asbury,
now so ill that he must stay in the carriage, wrote: "Brother Bond sprung
to the axe, mounted upon the large limbs, hewing and hacking . . . He drives me
along with the utmost care and tenderness . . . He watches over me at night . .
. If I call he is up and awake in the instant to give me medicine."
Asbury was himself capable of deep emotion, of compassion, and love for friends,
including those he never saw again after leaving
The writing of one letter was blotted by tears where it read:
"Farewell my country, my dear friends; oh my dear, my paper! my heart! my
eyes! my tears!"
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