On inquiring the way to Fir Vale, a picturesque suburb where a friend resided, I was directed to a locality which, it was suggested, must be the one I meant, though it was called Fir View.

I followed the direction given for a considerable distance, when it was varied successively by persons of whom I occasionally inquired.

After ascending and descending a number of steep hills, I suddenly came down upon the town again from the south, having made a complete circuit of it; a performance that cost me about two hours of time and much unsatisfactory perspiration.

Fearing that a second attempt would be equally unsuccessful, I took the Leeds road, and left the Jericho at the first round.

Walked about nine miles to a furnace-lighted village called very appropriately Hoyland, or Highland, when anglicised from the Danish.