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ON the i ft of March, about half an hour paft 
fix in the evening, as I was returning from crofton, 
a village near wakefield, I law, in ihe north- weft, 
a ftorm approaching ; the wind, which had been 
ftrong all the day, letting from the fame quarter;, 
and, as in the afternoon of the fame day, there had 
been fome violent fhowers of hail, I made the beft 
of my way to the turnpike at Agbridge. The air was 
fo much darkened, before the ftorm began, that it 
was with difficulty I found my way. 
When I was about three hundred yards from the 
turnpike, the ftorm began; when I wasagieeably 
furprized with obferving a flame of light, dancing on 
each ear of the horle that I rode, and leveral others 
much brighter on the end of my ftick, which was 
armed with a ferule of brafs, but notched with 
uflng. Thefe appearances continued till I reached 
the turnpike-houfe, where I took fhelter. 
Prefently after, there came up five or fix graziers, 
whom I had palled on the road. They had all feen 
the appearance, and were much aftonifhed. One of 
them, in particular, called for a candle, to examine 
his horfe’s head, faying, “ It had been all on fire, 
“ and muft certainly be finged.” 
After having continued about twenty minutes, 
the ftorm abated, and the clouds divided, leaving 
the northern region very clear ; except that, about 
ten degrees high, there was a thick cloud, which 
feemed to throw out large and exceedingly beautiful 
ftreams of light, refembling an Aurora Borealis , to- 
wards another cloud that was paffing over it ; and, 
every now and then, there appeared to fall to it fuch 
meteors 
