On I hurried along the road; at last I came to lone, lordly groves.

On my right was an open gate and a lodge.

I went up to the lodge.

The door was open, and in a little room I beheld a nice-looking old lady sitting by a table, on which stood a lighted candle, with her eyes fixed on a large book.
"Excuse me," said I; "but who owns this property ?" The old lady looked up from her book, which appeared to be a Bible, without the slightest surprise, though I certainly came upon her unawares, and answered: "Mr John Wynn." I shortly passed through a large village, or rather town, the name of which I did not learn.

I then went on for a mile or two, and saw a red light at some distance.