Between six and seven I preached at Coot Hill, and in the morning rode on to Enniskillin.
After riding round and round, we came in the evening to a lone house called Carrick-a-beg.
It lay in the midst of horrid mountains; and had no very promising appearance. However,
it afforded corn for our horses and potatoes for us. So we made a hearty supper, called in
as many as pleased of the family to prayers, and, though we had no fastening either for our
doors or our windows, slept in peace.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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