‘Not to trouble you with impertinences, we fetched over against Jack Marget’s parish in a storm of rain about the day’s end. Here our roads divided, for I would have gone on to my cousin at Great Wigsell, but while Jack was pointing me out his steeple, we saw a man lying drunk, as he conceived, athwart the road.
This is from "A DOCTOR'S MEDICINE" from "Rewards and Fairies" by Kipling. https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/k/kipling/rudyard/rewards/index.html
I would be glad if someone would kindly teach me the meaning of the following:
"we fetched over against Jack Marget's parish"