There I purchased a fine charger.

I bought clothing fit for a gentleman, a new sword, a hand-fusil, a breastplate, and a steel-lined cap, and feeling once again like a man rather than like a half-drowned rat, I turned southward for Derbyshire and Haddon Hall.
When I left Scotland I had no fear of meeting danger in England; but at Carlisle I learned that Elizabeth held no favor toward Scottish refugees.
I also learned that the direct road from Carlisle to Haddon, by way of Buxton, was infested with English spies who were on the watch for friends of the deposed Scottish queen.

Several Scotchmen had been arrested, and it was the general opinion that upon one pretext or another they would be hanged.

I therefore chose a circuitous road leading to the town of Derby, which lay south of Haddon at a distance of six or seven leagues.

It would be safer for me to arrive at Haddon travelling from the south than from the north.