My horse tired in the afternoon; so I left him behind and borrowed that of my companion. I came to Aymo about eleven and would very willingly have passed the rest of the night
there; but the good woman of the inn was not minded that I should. For some time she
would not answer: at last she opened the door just wide enough to let out four dogs upon
me. So I rode on to Ballybrittas, expecting a rough salute here too from a large dog which
used to be in the yard. But he never stirred till the hostler waked and came out. About twelve
I laid me down. I think this was the longest day's journey I ever rode; being fifty old Irish,
that is, about ninety English miles.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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