never returned to settle at Crowell.

Being now at liberty, I walked over to Aylesbury, with some other
Friends, to visit my dear friend Isaac Penington, who was still a
prisoner there. With him I found dear John Whitehead, and between
sixty and seventy more, being well nigh all the men Friends that
were then in the county of Bucks; many of them were taken out of
their houses by armed men, and sent to prison, as I had been, for
refusing to swear. Most of these were thrust into an old room
behind the gaol, which had anciently been a malt-house, but was now
so decayed that it was scarce fit for a doghouse; and so open it
lay, that the prisoners might have gone out at pleasure. But these
were purposely put there, in confidence that they would not go out,
that there might be room in the prison for others, of other
professions and names, whom the gaoler did not trust there.

While this imprisonment lasted, which was for some months, I went
afterwards thither sometimes to visit my suffering brethren; and
because it was a pretty long way (some eight or nine miles), too far
to be walked forward and backward in one day, I sometimes stayed a
day or two there, and lay in the malt house among my friends, with
whom I delighted to be.

After this imprisonment was over, I went sometimes to Isaac
Penington's house at Chalfont, to visit that family, and the Friends
thereabouts. There was then a meeting for the most part twice a
week in his house; but one first-day in four there was a more
general meeting (which was thence called the monthly meeting) to
which resorted most of the Friends of other adjacent meetings; and
to that I usually went, and sometimes made some stay there.