John Wesley the Sleepwalker

As a South Georgia Methodist, I can empathize with the sand flies, but the sleep walking? Oh, John Wesley…

“About four in the afternoon I set out for Frederica in a pettiawga—a sort of flat-bottomed barge. The next evening we anchored near Skidoway Island, where the water, at flood, was twelve or fourteen feet deep. I wrapped myself up from head to foot in a large cloak, to keep off the sandflies, and lay down on the quarterdeck. Between one and two I waked under water, being so fast asleep that I did not find where I was till my mouth was full of it. Having left my cloak, I know not how, upon deck, I swam around to the other side of the pettiawga, where a boat
was tied, and climbed up by the rope without any hurt, more than wetting my clothes.” –John Wesley, The Journal of John Wesley

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One response to “John Wesley the Sleepwalker

  1. Lest any think I imbibe, I would prefer to claim extreme fatigue. And sir, lest any think you culpable of witchcraft, how can you post my journal before it is writ?

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