HOW HE TRAVAILED ON FOOTfrom London to Edenborough in Scotland, not carryingany Money to or fro, neither Begging, Borrowing,or Asking Meate, drinke orLodging.With his Description of his Entertainmentin all places of his Journey, and a true Reportof the unmatchable Hunting in the Breaof Marre and Badenoch inScotland.With other Observations, some serious andworthy of Memory, and some merryand not hurtfull to be Remembred.Lastly that (which is Rare in a Travailer)all is true.
e did furnish me with good provant: He offered me some money, I refused it, And so I took my leave, with thanks excused it, That Wednesday, I a weary way did pass, Rain, wind, stones, dirt, and dabbling dewy grass, With here and there a pelting scattered village, Which yielded me no charity, or pillage: For all the day, nor yet the night that followed. One drop of drink I'm sure my gullet swallowed. At night I came to a stony town called Stone. Where I knew none, nor was I known of none: I therefore through the streets held on my pace, Some two miles farther to some resting place: At last I spied a meadow newly mowed, The hay was rotten, the ground half o'erflowed: We made a breach, and entered horse and man, There our pavilion, we to pitch began, Which we erected with green broom and hay, To expel the cold, and keep the rain away; The sky all muffled in a cloud 'gan lower, And presently there fell a mighty shower, Which without intermission down did pour, From ten a night, until the morning's four.