The Pennyles Pilgrimage: Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John TaylorTaylor, John
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The Pennyles Pilgrimage: Or The Money-lesse Perambulation of John Taylor
Taylor, John
Great Britain -- Description and travel -- Early works to 1800; Great Britain -- Social life and customs
On the morrow he sent one of his men to bring me to a place called
_Adam_, to Master _John Acmootye_ his house, one of the Grooms of his
Majesty's Bed-chamber; where with him and his two brethren, Master
_Alexander_, and Master _James Acmootye_, I found both cheer and
welcome, not inferior to any that I had had in any former place.
Amongst our viands that we had there, I must not forget the Sole and
Goose (_sic_), a most delicate fowl, which breeds in great abundance in
a little rock called the _Bass_, which stands two miles into the sea. It
is very good flesh, but it is eaten in the form as we eat oysters,
standing at a side-board, a little before dinner, unsanctified without
grace; and after it is eaten, it must be well liquored with two or three
good rouses[30] of sherry or canary sack. The Lord or owner of the
_Bass_ doth profit at the least two hundred pound yearly by those geese;
the _Bass_ itself being of a great height, and near three quarters of a
mile in compass, all fully replenished with wild fowl, having but one
small entrance into it, with a house, a garden, and a chapel in it; and
on the top of it a well of pure fresh water.
From _Adam_, Master _John_ and Master _James Acmootye_ went to the town
of _Dunbar_ with me, where ten Scottish pints of wine were consumed,
and brought to nothing for a farewell: there at Master _James Baylies_
house I took leave, and Master _James Acmootye_ coming for _England_,
said, that if I would ride with, that neither I nor my horse should want
betwixt that place and _London_. Now I having no money nor means for
travel, began at once to examine my manners and my want: at last my want
persuaded my manners to accept of this worthy gentleman's undeserved
courtesy. So that night he brought me to a place called _Cockburnspath_,
where we lodged at an inn, the like of which I dare say, is not in any
of his Majesty's Dominions. And for to show my thankfulness to Master
_William Arnot_ and his wife, the owners thereof, I must explain their
bountiful entertainment of guests, which is this:
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