A NIGHT IN AN OUTHOUSE 45 
On Monday (11th) he was occupied in writing out 
his journal until about two o’clock, when he 
resumed his journey, and as he approached 
Lancaster he ascertained that there had been a 
great fair that day in the city. 
“I felt assured,” he writes, “in consequence I 
should not get a bed, and being desirous to see the 
town,, thought proper to search for a sheltered 
place in the neighbourhood. I got over a wall and 
searched for some time, until, after wandering 
among the fields about half a mile, I fell upon a 
large misshapen house with two folding doors and 
gate. It was by this time about ten o’clock and 
the moon was up, but the sky being cloudy it was 
dark. I entered the house and groped about until 
I had made a complete circuit, and arrived at the 
door from which I had begun. No straw was to 
be felt and there was not a loft. The floor was 
soft and damp. However, I felt it more comfortable 
than a hedge side which I had tried.” 
So he lay down with his knapsack for a pillow 
and slept. He awoke about sunrise and saw he 
was “ on the banks of a beautiful river, with the 
city of Lancaster and its superb castle about half 
a mile distant. I washed my face in the river and 
proceeded on my journey.” 
He then paid a visit to Lancaster, and found it 
crowded with visitors to the fair, after which he 
walked on to Horsley, where he spent that night. 
In the evening he wrote in his journal:— 
“Last night I slept on the clay floor of an out¬ 
house. . . . To-night I am comfortably seated in 
