Monday, 20.--About nine I set out from Sunderland for Horsley, with Mr. Hopper and
Mr. Smith. I took Mrs. Smith and her two little girls in the chaise with me. About two miles
from the town, just on the brow of the hill, on a sudden both the horses set out, without any
visible cause, and flew down the hill like an arrow out of a bow. In a minute John fell off the
coachbox. The horses then went on full speed, sometimes to the edge of the ditch on the
right, sometimes on the left. A cart came up against them: they avoided it as exactly as if the
man had been on the box. A narrow bridge was at the foot of the hill. They went directly
over the middle of it. They ran up the next hill with the same speed, many persons meeting
us, but getting out of the way. Near the top of the hill was a gate which led into a farmer's
yard. It stood open. They turned short and ran through it, without touching the gate on one
side or the post on the other.
The Journal of John Wesley
The Journal of John Wesley
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