was nothing but a barn at the farm. He then lived in All Saints street. My uncle used the farm, but had stables in Hastings. The carts and waggons were kept at the lodge. There was then no road at all to Ore Lane to come down from the farm. There was a road from the Fighting Cocks to the farm, but it did not extend farther than the farm buildings. The road Mr. Wyatt has done away with was not there, and no one could get down there. The house was built there about 62 years ago [According to that statement in or about 1787], and I went to live there as soon as it was built. There was a bar-way by which you could get into Ore Lane just below the four turnings, and opposite there was another bar to let our carts in and out. I never saw anybody use it. There was a gate at the Fighting Cocks, with a puzzle chain. The road only led to the barn which stood near where the house now stands. There were two gates. I left at fourteen, but at that time, no team could go from the barn to Ore Lane. The Fighting Cocks belonged to my uncle and was then the only house then existing near there. I received an annuity quarterly from the house and never forgot to go for it. I lived at the farm when I was about ten, and till I was apprenticed. From the Fighting Cocks, there was a hedge. Beyond the barn there was a road that went on till it came to the three turnings and a hedge each side, and that was so all the time I was there. My uncle put up the gate to stop the thoroughfare. The gate was there thirty years. I know Pondbay Bridge, just below the three turnings [the witness here, under cross-examination equivocated so much and gave such contradictory statements and in so loose a manner that the court was frequently convulsed with laughter]. He concluded by saying the road at the three turnings was open as long as he could remember.
Peter Dore Gower (known as Capt. Gower) said I am about 80 years of age and have known Mount-Pleasant farm for a number of years, as my father used to work there. I afterwards worked for Mr. Richart Tutt at weeding. I recollect the Fighting Cocks and the road down to the barn there. There was a gate into the lime-kilns field and a gateway across the roadway, but not a second gate across the road. My father used to live in Hastings. I have gone to the Fighting Cocks down to the three turnings many times. There was a hedge all the way [this witness like the preceding, gave such rambling statements and so contradictory that he had to be given up. He must have been thinking of Ore Lane, with its hedge on both sides, and the gate which led into the Lime-kiln field that existed where is now Wellington Square until the witness was about 36 years old. The present writer knew Mr. Tutt at Mount-pleasant farm-hosue as early as 1822, -
