Friday, 27.--I set out for Edinburgh again. About one I preached at Brechin. All were
deeply attentive. Perhaps a few may not be forgetful hearers. Afterward we rode on to
Broughty Castle, two or three miles below Dundee. We were in hopes of passing the river
here, though we could not at the town; but we found out horses could not pass till eleven
or twelve at night. So we judged it would be best to go over ourselves and leave them behind.
In a little time we procured a kind of boat, about half as long as a London wherry, and
three or four feet broad. Soon after we had put off, I perceived it leaked on all sides, nor had
we anything to lade out the water. When we came toward the middle of the river, which
was three miles over, the wind being high, and the water rough, our boatmen seemed a little
surprised; but we encouraged them to pull away, and in less than half an hour we landed
safe. Our horses were brought after us, and the next day we rode on to Kinghorn Ferry and
had a pleasant passage to Leith.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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