Friday, 12.—After preaching at Oakhill about noon, I rode to Shepton and found them
all under a strange consternation. A mob, they said, was hired, prepared, and made sufficiently drunk, in order to do all manner of mischief. I began preaching between four and
five; none hindered or interrupted at all. We had a blessed opportunity, and the hearts of
many were exceedingly comforted. I wondered what was become of the mob. But we were
quickly informed: they mistook the place, imagining I should alight (as I used to do) at
William Stone’s house, and had summoned, by drum, all their forces together to meet me
at my coming: but Mr. Swindells innocently carrying me to the other end of the town, they
did not find their mistake till I had done preaching: so that the hindering this, which was
one of their designs, was utterly disappointed.
However, they attended us from the preaching house to William Stone’s, throwing dirt, stones, and clods in abundance; but they could not hurt us. Only Mr. Swindells had a little dirt on his coat, and I a few specks on my hat.
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However, they attended us from the preaching house to William Stone’s, throwing dirt, stones, and clods in abundance; but they could not hurt us. Only Mr. Swindells had a little dirt on his coat, and I a few specks on my hat.
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