ou must know, we were gotten;
And there we were told, it concerned us to ride,
Unless we did mean to encounter the tide.
And then my guide lab'ring with heels and with hands,
With two up and one down, hopped over the sands;
Till his horse, finding the labour for three legs too sore,
Foled out a new leg, and then he had four.
And now, by plain dint of hard spurring and whipping,
Dry-shod we came where folks sometimes take shipping.
And now hur in Wales is, Saint Taph be hur speed,
Gott splutter hur taste, some Welsh ale hur had need:
Yet surely the Welsh are not wise of their fuddle,
For this had the taste and complexion of puddle.
From thence then we marched, full as dry as we came,
My guide before prancing, his steed no more lame,
O'er hills and o'er valleys uncouth and uneven,
Until, 'twixt the hours of twelve and eleven,
More hungry and thirsty than tongue can well tell,
We happily came to St. Winifred's well."

Cotton's ride to Holyhead was not however nearly so diversified in its
adventures as a journey from Hardwick to Bakewell about the same period,
described by Edward, son of Sir Thomas Browne, the worthy knight and
physician of Norwich.

A tour in Derbyshire, in the year 1622, was indeed no light matter. Our
ancestors were much in the right to make their wills before encountering
the perils of a ride across the moors. We are constrained to abridge the
author's narrative, but the main incidents of it are preserved in our
transcript.

"This day broke very rudely upon us. I never travelled before in
such a lamentable day both for weather and way, but we made shift to
ride sixteen mile that morning, to Chesterfield in Derbyshire,
passing by Bolsover Castle, belonging to the Earl of Newcastle, very
finely seated upon a high hill; and missing our way once or twice, we
rode up mountain, down dale, till we came to our inn, when we were
glad to go to bed at noon. It was impossible to ride above two mile
an hour in this stormy weather: but coming to our inn, by the
ostler's help having lifted our crampt legs off our horses, we
crawled upstairs to a fire, when in two hours' time we had so well
dried ourselves without and liquored ourselves within, that we began
to be so valiant as to think upon a second march; but inquiring after
the business, we received great discouragement, with some sto