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beds; so we begin to inwardly congratulate ourselves on getting 
housed at last, when we observed a Jean old man in the chimney 
corner talking to two other Peakerins, and ze seemed to be the 
subject of their conversation. After calling the girl to him and 
some further confabulation, the old man, who it appeared was the 
landlord, spake up and addressed us with, ‘An what might yo’r 
bizziniss ba?” We told him we were on a tour through the Peak, 
taking views, and that we had a little vehicle at the door,—where 
could we put it for the night? He had supposed us railway 
surveyors. ‘Well, yo’ canna sleep here,” said Boniface. He 
evidently did not quite like the looks of us, either from two of our 
number wearing beards, or from the stated object of our journey, 
which to him no doubt seemed a very frivolous one for four able- 
bodied men to employ themselves in. We explained that any 
room or rooms would satisfy us, for we were too tired to be 
particular, but the old fellow would none of us. ‘‘ Yo’ canna 
sleep here,” 
worn and tired, we had to turn our backs on the inhospitable 
house, and once more face the dark road. 
was all the answer we could get; so travel-stained, 
It was nearly ro o'clock, and a starlight night, when we issued 
from the ‘‘ High Peak Tavern” (it might as well have been Cavern), 
as it is called in the Ordnance Map, but coming from the bright 
glare of a tap-room fire, we could scarcely see which way to go at 
first; becoming more accustomed to the darkness, we found 
ourselves on the capital road which connects Chapel-en-le-Frith 
with-Tideswell, but 
“* There is no light in earth or heaven 
But the cold light of stars,” 
as Longfellow sings, and the stars did shine most resplendently 
on that night. Stars, however, did not suffice to show us the way 
to Tideswell, and more than once I had to strike a light by which 
to study the Ordnance Map, and make sure we were going right. 
A mile-and-a-half brought us to a turning in the right direction, 
and though our candle would not sufficiently illuminate the 
guide-post, the map showed us that it ran parallel with a brook 
right down to Tideswell; therefore it must be down-hill, and the 
