1) From Pioneer Work in Canada by J.J. Rouse:

Like the two Irishmen who went hunting. When they saw a pretty animal climb up a tree, they thought it was a pity to shoot it; so the agreed that one should go up the tree and get it while the other was to stand at the bottom of the tree and catch it, should it make an attempt to escape. When the one got up the tree to where the animal was, he began to yell terribly. The one at the bottom called up, “What is the matter, do you want me to come up and help you hold it?” “No,” said the one up the tree, “I want you to come up and help me let it go.” It was a wildcat and it had got him. So people form habits, and by-and-by they become slaves to the habit, and would like to get rid of it but are powerless. (P. 56)

I was terribly discouraged, . . . . It was my custom when I went to Huntsville to preach on the street every Saturday night; but this Saturday night I walked up and down the street for an hour feeling about as sad and gloomy as I ever did in my life, when the thought struck me, “If you went into Huntsville Post Office,” which at that time was kept open late on Saturday night for the benefit of the country people, “you might get some mail. . . . . I went to the Post Office and asked for mail, and got a letter with five dollars in it, and the Indian’s hymns. I confess the five dollars looked to me like five hundred dollars, ad the Indian’s hymn was a splendid accompaniment. There are a three verses to the hymn, the first verse of which is:
“Go on, go on, go on, go on,
Go on, go on, go on,
Go on, go on, go on, go on,
Go on, go on, go on.”
There are two other verses and the words are the same. This gave me the needed courage.”
(Pp 53-54)