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ness of the air indicated frost. So about two or 
three o’clock I got up and continued my journey. 
I met several people, but no one molested me. 
When the sun began to appear I found myself at 
the 80th milestone from London. I felt weak and 
my feet were sore, for the road was extremely hard. 
The grass was white with frost, and I was obliged 
to keep my hands in my pockets, as I had lost my 
gloves about three weeks before. About eight 
o clock I got some bread in a village, and lay down 
by a haystack and ate it. Here I cut my thumb I 
believe to the bone. The weather soon after grew 
warmer, but I grew more tired, so that it was two 
o’clock before I reached Northampton. Here I 
dined by a dyke on twopence worth of bread and 
twopence worth of cheese, and then entered an 
alehouse, where I drank a cup and smoked a pipe, 
and read a piece of a newspaper.” 
The inn at which he next stayed he says 
was in a village called Graftonregis, between 
Northampton and Stoney-Stratford, 58 miles from 
London, 
‘‘so that I had walked 51 miles without sleep¬ 
ing. I supped upon cold meat and bread and 
a cup of ale, and after smoking a pipe and writing 
a little, got into bed. My bed was good, and I 
slept very soundly, as may be supposed. Let any 
person who wishes to feel what it is to sleep 
soundly walk 50 miles upon a very hard road and 
stay out a night in frosty weather, and then roll 
himself among warm blankets, and he will feel it. 
On Tuesday, 18th October, I rose about nine. My 
money was now reduced to thirteen pence half¬ 
penny,. and I was still 60 miles from London, 
excepting two. So I could not get breakfast and 
