Wednesday, 18.—Our servant came up and said, “Sir, there is no traveling today. Such
a quantity of snow has fallen in the night that the roads are quite filled up.” I told him, “At
least we can walk twenty miles a day, with our horses in our hands.” So in the name of God
we set out. The northeast wind was piercing as a sword and had driven the snow into such
uneven heaps that the main road was impassable. However, we kept on, afoot or on horseback, till we came to the White Lion at Grantham.
Some from Grimsby had appointed to meet us here; but not hearing anything of them (for they were at another house, by mistake), after an hour’s rest we set out straight for Epworth. On the road we overtook a clergyman and his servant; but the toothache quite shut my mouth. We reached Newark about five.
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Some from Grimsby had appointed to meet us here; but not hearing anything of them (for they were at another house, by mistake), after an hour’s rest we set out straight for Epworth. On the road we overtook a clergyman and his servant; but the toothache quite shut my mouth. We reached Newark about five.
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