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5 April 1676: The Lord saves a Presbyterian from his horse in Craven

Oliver Heywood. 1883. The Rev. Oliver Heywood, B.A., 1630-1702, Vol. 3/4. Ed. J. Horsfall Turner. Bingley: T. Harrison. Get it:

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In my journey into Westmorland, having baited at Ingleton, about a mile beyond in a stony lane my horse blundered among the stones, and came down, and I under him sideways, but was not hurt. I rose up, went forward, lapped the bridle fast about my hand to hold him fast, but by that time I had rid another mile down a little hill. In a very stony lane he stumbled again, fell on his nose, kicked me clean over his neck. There I lay, got up, was not hurt, blessed be the keeper of Israel. Another fall I had in that journey by a stone lying hollow, and my horse falling in Northowram township. As I went from home, I was discouraged about my old horse, yet God wonderfully preserved me from hurt, he kept all my bones – not one of them is broken. Let God alone have all the glory in his gracious providence, not my prudence in self-preservation.

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Abbreviations:

  • ER: East Riding
  • GM: Greater Manchester
  • NR: North Riding
  • NY: North Yorkshire
  • SY: South Yorkshire
  • WR: West Riding
  • WY: West Yorkshire

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In my journey into Westmorland upon Wednesday April 5, 1676, having baited at Ingleton about a mile beyond in a stony lane, my horse blundered amongst the stones, and came down and I under him sideways, but was not hurt. I rose up, went forward, lapped the bridle fast about my hand to hold him fast, but by that time I had rid another mile down a little hill. In a very stony lane he stumbled again, fell on his nose, kicked me clean over his neck. There I lay, got up, was not hurt, blessed be the keeper of Israel. Another fall I had in that journey by a stone lying hollow, and my horse falling in Northowram township. As I went from home, I was discouraged about my old horse, yet god wonderfully preserved me from hurt, he kept all my bones – not one of them is broken – let god alone have all the glory in his gracious providence, not my prudence in self-preservation.

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