One time I was plowing and was thrown off the seat onto the plow in such a
way that my leg caught between the bars and I was thrown with my weight on
my leg, breaking it near the ankle and splitting the bone nearly to the
knee. The end of the broken bone protruded under the skin near the knee.
The neighbor hearing my scream, phoned to my home, and the folks came and
took me home. We sent for Sister Hendricks, (now Sister Mayhre). She and
wife prayed for me and as they prayed the bone moved back into its place
and the next day I was well as ever and able to go about my business.
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