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In the course of a Summer of excessive drought a few years back, when

the grain suffered greatly, and many of the cattle, especially in

Lincolnshire, died. Samuel Hick was much affected. He visited

Knaresborough, at which place he preached on the Lord's day.



Remaining in the town and neighborhood over the Sabbath, he appeared

extremely restless in the house in which he resided, during the whole of

Monday. He spoke but little--was full of thought, now praying, now

walking about the room, next sitting in a crouching posture--then

suddenly starting up and going to the door, turning his eyes toward

heaven, as if looking for some celestial phenomenon, when he would

return again, groan in spirit, and resume his seat. The family, being

impressed with his movements, asked him whether there was anything the

matter with him or whether he expected any person, as the occasion of

his going to the door so frequently.



"Bless you Bairns," was his reply, "do you not recollect that I was

praying for rain last night in the pulpit, and what will the infidel at

Knaresborough think if it do not come; if my Lord should fail me, and

not stand by me." But it must have time; it can not be here yet; it has

to come from the sea. Neither can it be seen at first. The prophet only

saw a bit of cloud like a man's hand. By and by it spread along the sky.

I am looking for an answer to my prayer, but it must have time.



He continued in the same unsettled state, occasionally going out, and

looking with intensity on the pure azure over his head; for _a more

unclouded sky was rarely ever seen_. Contrary to all external signs of

rain, and contrary to the expectations of all, except himself, the sky

became overcast toward evening, and the clouds dropped the fullness of a

shower upon the earth. His very soul seemed to drink in the falling

drops. The family grouped around him, like children around their father,

while he gave out his favorite hymn, "_I'll praise my Maker while I've

breath_;" "and after singing it with a countenance all a-glow, through

the sunshine of heaven upon his soul, he knelt down and prayed. All were

overpowered; it was a season of refreshing from the presence of the

Lord.



His biographer says of him: "Samuel had no weather glass upon which to

look except the Bible, in which he was taught to believe, and expect

_that_ for which he prayed; nothing on which he could depend but God,

and _his faith_ was set in God for _rain_."