Haymarket, Townsend-lane (now Byrom-street), Dale-street, and
Shaw's-brow] which presented themselves for my choice.

"I soon found I was ascending a hill, and on opening my eyes I discovered
that I was pursuing my route in an easterly direction. I passed up a
narrow street with low dirty-looking houses on each side, and from the
broken mugs and earthenware my feet encountered in the darkness, I felt
sure I was passing through the outskirts of Liverpool--famous for its
earthenware manufactures. During all this time I had not seen a living
thing; in fact it was scarcely possible for anything to withstand the
storm that raged so vehemently. In this, however, rested my safety. I
sped on, and soon mounting the hill paused by the side of a large
windmill (Townsend mill) which stood at the top of London-road. Having
gained breath, I pushed forward, taking the road to the right hand which
ran before me (then called the road to Prescot). I began now to breathe
freely and feel some hope in my endeavour to escape. My limbs, which,
from long confinement in prison, were stiff at first, now felt elastic
and nimble and I pushed on at a quick pace, the wind blowing at my back
the whole time; still onward I went until I got into a country lane and
had another steep hill to mount. The roads were very heavy. The
sidewalk was badly kept, and the rain made it ankle-deep with mud. On
surmounting the hill, which I afterwards learned was called Edge-hill, I
still kept on to the right hand road, which was lined on both sides with
high trees. I at length arrived at a little village (Wavertree) as a
clock was striking three; still not a soul was visible. I might have
been passing through a world of the dead. After traversing this village
I saw, on my left hand, a large pond, at which I drew some water in my
cap. I was completely parched with my unusual exertions. Resting under
a large tree which proved some shelter, I ate up the bread and meat I had
procured from the kitchen of the house through which we had escaped.
Having rested about half-an-hour I again started forward. I now began to
turn over in my mind what I should do. I felt that if I could get to
Ireland I could find friends who would assist me. I knew a French priest
in Dublin on whom I could rely for some aid. I at length hit upon a
course of action which I determined to pursue. Through narrow lanes I
went, still keeping to the right, and after walking for more th