Chapter 16

Professor L. C. Messer and I had planned a trip to Canada, so he left his home in Durant,
Oklahoma, on Monday, June 7, in his big Willys-Knight car. He and his wife reached Pasadena the
same day that I reached home. We left Pasadena on June 15 and worked our way clear north to
Red Deer, Alberta, Canada. We gave one night in Rich Grove, California one night in Lindsay, one
night in Fresno, one in Stockton, two in Sacramento, one in Medford, one in Portland, Oregon, one
in The Dalles, Oregon, one in Yakima, Washington, one in Walla Walla, Washington, two nights in
Spokane, Washington, and left Spokane on Monday the 28th, headed now for Canada. At noon we
went through King's Gate at Eastport and traveled for two hundred miles on the western slope of
the Canadian Rockies. On that Rocky Mountain trip we went by Columbia lake, out of which the
great Columbia river flows that makes a big curve and crosses the line into the United States and
makes the dividing line between Washington and Oregon and out into the ocean. We went through
the Canadian National Park and saw the great moose, the deer and the Rocky Mountain goats.

         We gave three days in Calgary, Alberta, for Roy Smee in the First Church of the Nazarene
and July 2 we drove into Red Deer. Brother O. B. Ong was my yokefellow here. In ten days we
had five hundred people at the altar. This is one of the greatest camps that I have been in for a
number of years. At the close of the camp Brother and Sister Messer ran back to Calgary, and I ran
over to Edmonton for one night. Our trip was beautiful and we had a wonderful service. Boarded
the train at midnight and was back for breakfast next morning in Calgary. Edmonton is the capital

of Alberta and a most beautiful city but my recollection is that Calgary is larger and more
beautiful.

        Here we turned east and made a thousand-mile run. We stopped and preached one night in
Morse, one night in Medicine Hat, one night in Moose Jaw and went on to Regina, the capital of
Saskatchewan. Our yokefellows here were Brother Jones and Brother Metcalf. No finer boys
living. Brother Metcalf was educated in Pasadena College and Brother Jones in Bethany-Peniel
College of Oklahoma. When we closed in Regina we went through the greatest wheat fields I have
seen in my life. We saw wheat that made eighty bushels per acre; as far as your eyes could see it
was wheat fields.

       We drove out through southern Canada and crossed the line between Canada and Montana
to Miles City and spent the night. They claim that Miles City is the largest horse market in the
known world. Next night we drove to Billings, Montana, and preached in the First Church of the
Nazarene and had a most beautiful service. Our good pastor had just arrived a week before from
the Washington-Philadelphia District but was getting a fine start. Next morning we were up early
and made a run for Yellowstone National Park.

        We drove in at noon and drove all through the park by the next afternoon. We did not stay
long at each place. Drove out at the west gate and drove that night to Idaho Falls, eating supper and
going to bed at midnight. Next night we drove into Boise. There we joined Brother Sanner, Dr.
Morrison, Brother and Sister Aycock and a host of other fine workers. There were nearly four
hundred at the altar during this meeting. Closing on August 8 and leaving August 9, we preached on
Monday night at Pocatello, Idaho, Tuesday night at Salt Lake City, Wednesday night at Grand
Junction, Colorado, Thursday in Canon City, Colorado, Friday night in Dalhart, Texas, Saturday
night we reached the campmeeting at Dodsonville, Texas. Here Brother and Sister Ellis were in
charge. When I got there my old friend of twenty-five years, A. D. Buck, was in charge. We ran for
ten days and we had hundreds of people from at least three hundred miles distant, from Texas and
New Mexico. This camp was one of glory and power, although we were well-nigh rained out at
times, but God was on the scene.

        At the close at Dodsonville we turned the nose of our great car east and stopped one night
in Joplin, Missouri, one night in Iberia, Missouri, and one night in St. Louis.

       Our next stop was at Columbus, Indiana. My yokefellow was Rev. H. N. Dickerson and
Professor Messer in charge of the music This was a beautiful camp. At the close of this camp we
decided to take a few days' rest, but as we had to go east we drove out through eastern Indiana and
to Toledo, Ohio, left our big car to have some work done and ran into Detroit for one night, then to
Pontiac, Michigan, and had a week's rest. We gave them one Sunday in the Nazarene church.

        From Pontiac we ran back into Toledo, got our car and drove on east, spending that night in
Cleveland. Driving the next night into Rochester, New York, where we had a two days'
convention, then into Syracuse for a two days' convention, then to Brooktondale for a day and night
and joined H. V. Miller, District Superintendent of the New England District, and made a run to
Springfield, Massachusetts, where we had one beautiful night. From there we ran to Keene, New
Hampshire; from Keene, we crossed to Leicester, Vermont; from there to Waterville, Vermont;

from there to Hill West; from there to Johnston, Vermont; from there to Wolcott, Vermont; from
there we made a run to Jackman, Maine; from there to Auburn, Maine; then to Bath, Maine; from
there we went to Portland, Maine; giving one night to South Portland and one morning and
afternoon to First church in Portland and back to South Portland at night.

        Our next stop was Livermore Falls, Maine, and our next stop was Haverhill, Mass. Here
we have a great church with a great pastor. Then we made another trip into New Hampshire
stopping in Derry for one night, where we have a beautiful new church and had a good time. Next
in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. Here Brother Arthur Ingler was in charge. Our next stop was in
Worcester, Massachusetts. Here we have a beautiful work, a new church organized in the summer.
From there we ran down to South Manchester, Connecticut. There we had a great time and went
from there to Danielson, Connecticut. We had a great service there and God was on hand to bless.
Our next stop was in New Bedford, Massachusetts, with Jimmie Kirkland. This was a wonderful
service. From there we ran to Cambridge and had one night with G. E. Waddle, one of the most
beautiful men in the world. Next night we were in Everett, Massachusetts. This was a most
beautiful service. From there we ran over to the college at Wollaston and had a five days'
convention: It was a great convention.

        At the close of this we turned the nose of our great car southward and in one day we passed
through Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Jersey, New York and a good portion of
Pennsylvania. We camped that night twenty-five miles below Philadelphia and drove up to
Washington next morning in time for breakfast. At Washington's old home we had the pleasure of
seeing Queen Marie of Rumania, also her son and daughter. We took supper that night in
Richmond, Virginia, drove on twenty-five or thirty miles down the highway and put up for the
night. Drove into Greensboro, North Carolina, the next night and preached. The next day we drove
into Charlotte, North Carolina, and preached at night. Next night we drove into Atlanta, Georgia.
Here we took in the District Assembly and stayed a week longer and had a most beautiful
convention.

        At the close of our beautiful convention in Atlanta with Brother Anderson and Brother
Simmons, we made a run northwest; spending one night in the northeast corner of Mississippi with
Brother Messer's aunt; spending the next night in Little Rock, Arkansas, with Lee Gaines, the
pastor; we spent the next night in Antlers, Oklahoma, in the home of the Isbell family, the mother of
Sister Messer.

       Leaving Sister Messer there with her mother, Professor Messer and I drove on to Dallas,
Texas, and joined our pastor, Brother Parks, on November 5, running over the 14th. This was a
most beautiful convention. All of the afternoon and night services were held in the Haskell Avenue
Methodist church of which Rev. Robert Thompson, a beautiful Scotch brother, was pastor.

        Leaving there on Sunday night, the 14th, we drove through to Durant by 5:30 the next
morning, getting three hours' sleep and driving to Henryetta for the night. Rev. Allie Irick was
opening a great campaign. I preached one night, November 15, and Tuesday I left Brother Irick and
Brother Messer in the thick of the fight and made a run to Kansas City and stopped over two nights
with the boys at the Publishing House.

        Then I made a jump to Charleston, West Virginia, held a ten days' meeting in the great
Union Mission of which Brother Pat P. Withrow is superintendent. This is one of the greatest and
most beautiful missions I have ever worked in. Their buildings are probably worth a half million
dollars. My stay with Brother Withrow could not have been more pleasant. I preached twice while
there in the great Central Methodist church; went up the river one day and preached one afternoon
in a beautiful Baptist church for Dr. Smith, but was back at the mission in time for the night
service.

         From there I made a jump into southeast Oklahoma and joined Brother S. H. Owens, the
District Superintendent, Professor L. C. Messer and his father and we opened a tour for the district
in Poteau. We began December 1 in Poteau and closed December 19 in Durant. We made
seventeen towns in these nineteen days. This was an unusually interesting trip. We were in such
cities as Poteau, Muskogee, Tulsa, Sapulpa, Collinsville, Bartlesville, Hominy, Shawnee,
Henryetta, Holdenville, Atwood, Ada, Tishomingo, Madill, Hugo, Antlers, and finished up in
Durant.

        This brought us to December 19. In 1926 I worked in forty-two states, three provinces of
Canada, preached nearly five hundred times and put the Herald of Holiness in 2800 homes. I wrote
the "Good Samaritan Chats" every week and the closing of my year's work of 1926 completes
forty-seven years of religious work. During this time I have traveled just about one million miles,
have preached 18,000 times. I have prayed with more than 80,000 people at the mourner's bench
and have traveled and worked the United States like it was a field, and have worked four
provinces of Canada. Up to the present I have written thirteen books. They have sold by the tens of
thousands and the end is not yet. This date finds this old preacher blood-red, sky-blue,
snow-white, straight as a gun stick and red-hot. May the blessings of heaven rest upon every man,
woman and child that may read this book. I send it forth loaded to the water line with the activities
of forty-seven years of labor in the kingdom of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Faithfully yours,
Bud Robinson

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