To 1773
| Author | John Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | journal |
| Year | None |
| Passage ID | jw-journal-1760-to-1773-216 |
| Words | 400 |
B being quite unwilling, we
mounted again about seven. After having rode an hour, we
found we were quite out of the way, having been wrong
directed at setting out. We were then told to ride over some
grounds; but our path soon ended in the edge of a bog. However, we got through to a little house, where an honest
man, instantly mounting his horse, galloped before us, up hill
and down, till he brought us into a road, which, he said, led
straight to Roes-Fair. We rode on, till another met us, and
said, “No ; this is the way to Aberystwith. If you would
go to Roes-Fair, you must turn back, and ride down to
yonder bridge.” The master of a little house near the bridge
then directed us to the next village, where we inquired again,
(it being past nine,) and were once more set exactly wrong. 192 REv. J. wesDEY’s [July, 1764. Having wandered an hour upon the mountains, through rocks
and bogs, and precipices, we, with abundance of difficulty, got
back to the little house near the bridge. It was in vain to think
of rest there, it being full of drunken, roaring miners; besides
that there was but one bed in the house, and neither grass, nor
hay, nor corn to be had. So we hired one of them to walk
with us to Roes-Fair, though he was miserably drunk, till, by
falling all his length in a purling stream, he came tolerably to
his senses. Between eleven and twelve we came to the inn;
but neither here could we get any hay. When we were in bed,
the good hostler and miner thought good to mount our beasts. I believe it was not long before we rose that they put them into
the stable. But the mule was cut in several places, and my
mare was bleeding like a pig, from a wound behind, two inches
deep, made, it seemed, by a stroke with a pitch-fork. What
to do we could not tell, till I remembered I had a letter for
one Mr. Nathaniel Williams, whom, upon inquiry, I found to
live but a mile off. We walked thither, and found “an
Israelite indeed,” who gladly received both man and beast. After I had got a little rest, Mr. W. desired me to give an
exhortation to a few of his neighbours.