Tuesday, 2.--We rode to New Orygan in Teesdale. The people were deeply attentive;
but, I think, not deeply affected. From the top of the next enormous mountain, we had a
view of Weardale. It is a lovely prospect. The green gently rising meadows and fields on
both sides of the little river, clear as crystal, were sprinkled over with innumerable little
houses; three in four of which (if not nine in ten) are sprung up since the Methodists came
hither. Since that time, the beasts are turned into men, and the wilderness in a fruitful field.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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