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 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY
 
 THE NAME OF THAT CHAMBER WAS PEACE 
 (See page 60)
 
 JOHN BUNYAN'S 
 
 DREAM STORY 
 
 The Pilgrim's Progress 
 
 Retold for Children and Adapted 
 
 to School Reading 
 
 BY 
 
 JAMES BALDWIN 
 
 AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY 
 
 NEW YORK CINCINNATI CHICAGO
 
 Copyright, 1913, by 
 JAMES BALDWIN. 
 
 Copyright, 1913, in Great Britain. 
 
 DREAM STORY. 
 E. P. 2
 
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 URL 
 
 FOREWORD 
 
 OF the great books which have been composed or 
 partly written in prison, the Pilgrim's Progress, 
 by John Bunyan, is the best known and the most re- 
 markable. Its author was a young man of thirty-two 
 when he was thrown into the common jail at Bedford, 
 England ; he was past forty-four and middle-aged 
 when he was released. His only offense against the 
 law was preaching that which he believed to be true. 
 The dungeon in which he was immured was so vile 
 that the worst prisons in our country are delightful 
 places when compared with it. But here John Bunyan 
 had ample time to think and to put his thoughts to- 
 gether. His education was of the poorest sort, and 
 during his imprisonment he had access to but two 
 volumes — the Bible and Fox's " Book of Martyrs." 
 As he thought upon the great problems of existence, 
 the idea of a story came, little by little, into his mind 
 — a story in the form of a dream, a story of man's 
 life regarded as a journey or pilgrimage. 
 
 5
 
 6 FOREWORD 
 
 By and by, he began to write such a story. He 
 wrote it in the easy, simple language of the common 
 people, and, without knowing it, produced one of the 
 most beautiful prose poems ever written. After his 
 release from prison his work was submitted to a 
 printer who corrected its bad spelling and most of its 
 faulty grammar, and in 1677 it was published. 
 
 The Pilgrim's Progress came into the w T orld very 
 modestly; but the charm of the story was such that, 
 without advertisement, it soon grew into fame. Edition 
 after edition was called for, and wherever the English 
 language was known it became the subject of daily 
 talk among the common people. For two hundred 
 years or more no other English book was so gen- 
 erally known and read. 
 
 No other book of modern times has had a history 
 so remarkable as this simple story " in the similitude 
 of a dream." It has been translated into eighty 
 languages. It has been turned into verse. It has 
 been rewritten in scholarly English. It has been imi- 
 tated a score of times in short-lived books whose 
 very titles are forgotten. It has been remodeled and 
 adapted to serve the most remarkable and diverse 
 purposes. It has been dramatized and presented upon
 
 FOREWORD 7 
 
 the stage as a beautiful and most impressive play. 
 Notwithstanding all this, however, the original work, 
 as first written in the dialect of the humble people of 
 Bunyan's own time and station, remains unequaled 
 and unharmed. 
 
 With the changed conditions of life in our own 
 times the popularity of the Pilgrim's Progress has 
 greatly waned. While it was formerly the first and 
 perhaps the only story book read b}^ thousands of 
 children of all ages, it is now known to but few young 
 people except by name. Its distinctively religious 
 character has excluded it from the public schools and 
 caused it to remain a closed book to the majority of 
 twentieth-century readers. Tastes have changed, and 
 long dialogues and disquisitions on faith and justifica- 
 tion are no longer interesting or agreeable. 
 
 But suppose we divest the story of some of those 
 qualities which may be described as old-fashioned and 
 out of date — suppose that, retaining its essential 
 peculiarities of style and diction, we repeat it without 
 apparent didactic intent, simply as a pleasing narra- 
 tive — and John Bunyan's dream story becomes a 
 delightful fairy tale, poetic in form and surpassingly 
 interesting.
 
 8 FOREWORD 
 
 Such was the intent with which the preparation of 
 the present little book was undertaken. In pursu- 
 ing this intent, an effort has been made to relate 
 the story in a manner that will appeal to present- 
 day readers simply because of its inherent interest. 
 Wherever it has been possible within the limits of this 
 plan, the words of Bunyan have been retained, and 
 much care has been taken to preserve as far as possible 
 the quaint and beautiful style of the original. Of 
 course much abridgment has been necessary ; and, 
 in general, whatever the modern reader would be 
 tempted to skip has been left out or rewritten. 
 
 Thus John Bunyan's dream story is presented to 
 the school children of the twentieth century. May it 
 prove to be as acceptable to them as, in its complete 
 form, the Pilgrim's Progress was pleasing to the 
 simple-hearted but adult readers of Bunyan's own 
 time.
 
 PROLOGUE 
 
 WOULDST thou divert thyself from melan- 
 choly ? 
 Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly? 
 Wouldst thou read riddles and their explanation, 
 Or else be drowned in thy contemplation? 
 Dost thou love picking meat? Or, wouldst thou see 
 A man i' the clouds, and hear him speak to thee? 
 Wouldst thou be in a dream, and yet not sleep? 
 Or wouldst thou in a moment laugh and weep ? 
 Wouldst thou lose thyself and catch no harm, 
 And find thyself again without a charm? 
 Wouldst read thyself, and read thou knowest not 
 
 what, 
 And yet know whether thou art blest or not, 
 By reading the same lines? Oh, then come hither, 
 And lay my book, thy head, and heart together. 
 
 — John Bunyan. 
 
 9
 
 THE 
 
 PILGRIM'S PROGRESS 
 
 FROM THIS WORLD TO THAT WHICH IS TO COME 
 In the Similitude of a Dream 
 
 THE FIRST PART 
 
 11
 
 THE DIVISIONS OF THE FIRST PART 
 
 From the Author's Apology for his Book 
 
 
 
 . 15 
 
 Introductory Paragraph .... 
 
 
 
 . 17 
 
 The Man with the Burden 
 
 
 
 
 . 19 
 
 The Slough of Despond . 
 
 
 
 
 . 22 
 
 Worldly Wiseman .... 
 
 
 
 
 . 27 
 
 The Wicket Gate .... 
 
 
 
 
 . 35 
 
 The House of the Interpreter 
 
 
 
 
 . 40 
 
 The Lifting of the Burden 
 
 
 
 
 . 45 
 
 Adventures on the Road . 
 
 
 
 
 . 48 
 
 The House Beautiful 
 
 
 
 
 . 53 
 
 The Fight with Apollyon 
 
 
 
 
 64 
 
 The Valley of the Shadow of Death 
 
 
 
 
 68 
 
 The Man Talkative .... 
 
 
 
 
 73 
 
 Vanity Fair 
 
 
 
 
 78 
 
 The Fate of Mr. By-ends 
 
 
 
 
 87 
 
 By-path Meadow 
 
 
 
 
 92 
 
 Giant Despair 
 
 
 
 
 97 
 
 The Delectable Mountains 
 
 
 
 
 105 
 
 The Flatterer 
 
 
 
 
 110 
 
 The Enchanted Land 
 
 
 
 
 115 
 
 The Land of Beulah 
 
 
 
 
 118 
 
 13 
 
 
 

 
 14 THE DIVISIONS OF THE FIRST PART 
 
 PAGB 
 
 The River of Dread . . . . . • • .122 
 
 The End of the Journey 125 
 
 The Conclusion 12 8
 
 FROM THE AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR 
 
 HIS BOOK 
 
 WHEN at first I took my pen in hand 
 Thus for to write, I did not understand 
 That I at all should make a little book 
 In such a mode. Nay, I had undertook 
 To make another ; which, when almost done, 
 Before I was aware, I this begun. 
 
 And thus it was : I, writing cf the way 
 And race of saints in this our gospel day, 
 Fell suddenly into an allegory 
 About their journey, and the way to glory, 
 In more than twenty things which I set down. 
 This done, I twenty more had in my crown; 
 And they again began to multiply 
 Like sparks that from the coals of fire do fly. 
 
 . . . But yet I did not think 
 To show to all the world my pen and ink 
 In such a mode. I only thought to make 
 I knew not what; nor did I undertake 
 
 15
 
 16 AUTHOR'S APOLOGY FOR HIS BOOK 
 
 Thereby to please my neighbor — no, not I ; 
 I did it my own self to gratify. 
 
 . . . Thus, I set pen to paper with delight, 
 And quickly had my thoughts in black and white; 
 For having now my method by the end, 
 Still as I pulled, it came; and so I penned 
 It down until it came at last to be, 
 For length and breadth, the bigness which you see. 
 
 Well, when I had thus put mine ends together, 
 I showed them others, that I might see whether 
 They would condemn them, or them justify. 
 And some said, " Let them live " ; some, " Let them 
 
 die." 
 Some said, " John, print it " ; others said, " Not so." 
 Some said, " It might do good " ; others said, " No." 
 
 Now was I in a strait, and did not see 
 Which was the best thing to be done by me. 
 At last I thought, "Since you are thus divided, 
 I print it will " ; and so the case decided. 
 
 — John Bunyan.
 
 As I walked through a great wilderness I came to a 
 certain place where there was a Den, and I laid myself 
 doivn in that place to sleep : and as I slept I dreamed a 
 dream. 
 
 1 
 
 -V
 
 The Man with the Burden 
 Id.
 
 THE MAN WITH THE BURDEN 
 
 I DREAMED; and I thought that I saw in my 
 dream a man standing with his face turned away 
 from his own house. He was clothed in rags, a book 
 was in his hand, and a great burden was on his back. 
 
 Then I saw him open the book and read ; and as he 
 read, he wept and cried out, "What shall I do?" 
 
 By and by he turned and went into his house. His 
 wife and children saw that he was in trouble, and they 
 wondered ; but he kept silent for a long time, and said 
 not a word. 
 
 At last, when he could hold in no longer, he said, 
 "Dear ones, do you see this great burden that is on 
 my back? It is so heavy that I can hardly bear its 
 weight." 
 
 But they could not see the burden, and they won- 
 
 19
 
 20 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 dered at his words. "Dear father," they said, "you 
 are very tired. When you have slept and are rested 
 you will feel much better." 
 
 "Ah, no," he answered; "it is not sleep that will 
 relieve me. For this book says that the city in which 
 we live will surely be burned with fire ; and unless we 
 escape from it soon, we shall all perish. Do you won- 
 der that I am distressed ?" 
 
 They looked at him sorrowfully; for they feared 
 that he had lost his mind. Then they persuaded him 
 to lie down. But he could not sleep. All night long 
 he tossed upon his bed groaning and weeping. 
 
 Very early in the morning he arose. His children 
 came to him and said, "Dear father, how do you feel 
 after your night's rest?" 
 
 "Worse and worse," he answered. "There is no 
 rest for me while this heavy burden is on my back." 
 
 "We cannot see any burden," said his wife. "You 
 are surely losing your mind." 
 
 The man looked at her sadly and then went out into 
 the fields. There he walked back and forth all day, 
 sometimes reading from his book and sometimes weep- 
 ing most bitterly. 
 
 "What shall I do to be saved?" he cried; and he
 
 THE MAN WITH THE BURDEN 21 
 
 looked this way and that as if he would run. But he 
 did not know which way to go. 
 
 At length an old man, with long white beard and a 
 gentle face, came that way and saw him weeping. 
 
 "What is the matter?" asked the stranger, whose 
 name was Evangelist. "Why are you crying?" 
 
 "Oh, sir," answered the man, "this book which I 
 have in my hand tells me that unless I get rid of this 
 heavy burden I shall surely die." 
 
 "Then why do you stand here?" asked Evangelist. 
 "Why don't you go and get rid of it?" 
 
 "Because I don't know which way to go," said the 
 man, still weeping. 
 
 Then Evangelist pointed with his finger towards 
 the blue hills far, far away. 
 
 "Look !" he said. "Do you see that wicket gate?" 
 
 "No." 
 
 "Then do you see a shining light yonder in the dis- 
 tance?" 
 
 "Yes, I think I do." 
 
 "Well, then, keep that light always in view. Go 
 straight towards it, and by and by you can see the 
 wicket gate. When you have come to the gate, knock, 
 and the one who keeps it will tell you what to do."
 
 THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that the man thanked 
 Evangelist and began to run. 
 
 His wife and children, who were watching him, cried 
 out to him to stop. "Come back, father," they called. 
 "Come back and stay with us." 
 
 But he would not listen. He ran on, keeping his 
 face towards the far-away hills and never losing sight 
 of the shining light. 
 
 His neighbors saw him running, and they wondered 
 what could ail him. Some pitied, and said, "He is 
 mad." Some laughed, and said, "He is a fool." 
 Others called out loudly, "Come back ! Come back !" 
 
 Two of his friends, whose names were Obstinate and 
 Pliable, ran after him. And, as they were light of foot, 
 they soon overtook him. 
 
 22
 
 THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND 23 
 
 "My friends," he said, "why do you run after me?" 
 
 "Oh," said the one whose name was Obstinate, "we 
 are going to take you back home." 
 
 "No you will not," answered the runner. "I will 
 not go back to that City of Destruction. I have started 
 to a far better place, and I would like to persuade you 
 to go with me." 
 
 "And leave all our friends and comforts behind 
 us?" said Obstinate. 
 
 "Certainly," answered Graceless, for that was the 
 man's name. "For my book tells me that in the 
 glorious city which lies beyond those far-away moun- 
 tains I shall find treasures much richer than those I 
 am leaving behind." 
 
 "Oh, nonsense!" said Obstinate. "Who has ever 
 seen that city? Will you go back with us? Or will 
 you still behave like a fool ?" 
 
 "Have a care, neighbor," said the other man, whose 
 name was Pliable. "Perhaps he is right ; and if so, he 
 is wiser than we. I have heard of that Celestial City, 
 and I have half a mind to go with him." 
 
 'Then go, if you wish," answered Obstinate. "I 
 shall return to my own place. I'll have nothing to 
 do with such foolish fellows."
 
 24 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 So he turned and went back; and Graceless and 
 Pliable ran on together across the plain. 
 
 "I am glad you are going with me," said Graceless. 
 
 "And I am glad to be your companion," said Pliable. 
 
 Then they talked as they ran ; and Graceless told 
 Pliable many wonderful things about the Celestial 
 City towards which they were going. But the burden 
 that was on his back bore heavily upon him, and he 
 soon became weary. "Dear Pliable," he said, "I can- 
 not go so fast. The way grows rougher, and this 
 burden is hard to carry. " 
 
 So they went on more slowly, but they kept their 
 faces turned always towards the shining light and the 
 distant mountains. 
 
 Soon they came to a great bog that seemed to fill the 
 whole plain before them. It was called the Slough of 
 Despond, and it was so deep with mire that no one had 
 ever been able to build a road across it. But it looked 
 so much like the solid ground that Graceless and Pli- 
 able fell into it before they were aware, and were soon 
 waist deep in the mud. 
 
 "Dear Pliable, I am sinking still deeper," cried 
 Graceless. "This burden is pressing me down." 
 
 "That proves that all you have been telling me is a
 
 THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND 25 
 
 mistake," said Pliable. "If the road to the Celestial 
 City is like this, I want no more of it." 
 
 Then with a desperate struggle he managed to 
 climb out of the bog at the place where he had fallen in. 
 He was covered with mire, and very, very angry ; and 
 without trying to help his companion, or stopping to tell 
 him good-by, he strode hastily back toward his home. 
 
 Graceless was left to struggle alone in the Slough of 
 Despond. But he kept his face turned toward the 
 distant hills, and even while floundering in the mire he 
 now and then caught glimpses of the shining light. 
 
 By and by, he reached the farther side; but there 
 the mire was deep, and his burden was so heavy that 
 he could not climb out. For a long time he struggled 
 there, but scarcely was he able to keep himself from 
 sinking entirely in the dreadful mire. 
 
 At length, when his strength was almost gone, a 
 man who heard his cries came down to the edge of the 
 bog to look at him. This man's face was pleasant to 
 see, and his arms were strong. His name was Help. 
 
 "How did you get into this bog?" he asked. 
 
 "I was on my way to yonder wicket gate," answered 
 Graceless; "and before I saw my danger I fell in." 
 
 "Give me your hand," said Help.
 
 26 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Graceless did so, and Help lifted him out of the 
 mire and set his feet on solid ground. 
 
 "Now take courage," he said, "and go straight 
 onward to the wicket gate." 
 
 " I thank you," said Graceless. "Now I feel stronger 
 than before ; and although this burden is still heavy, 
 I will persevere." 
 
 And with that, he went on, keeping his face turned 
 always toward the shining light.
 
 WORLDLY WISEMAN 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that Pliable went with all 
 speed back to his own house. When his neighbors 
 heard that he had returned, they went to visit him. 
 They asked him all sorts of questions about his little 
 journey, and he answered them truly. 
 
 'Well, I think you were very wise to come back 
 home so quickly," said the first neighbor. 
 
 "You are not to be pitied. You were a fool for 
 having anything to do with that man Graceless," said 
 the second neighbor. 
 
 "But you showed yourself a great coward," said the 
 third neighbor. "A man who undertakes a journey 
 and then gives it up as soon as the road becomes rough 
 is not to be depended upon in time of need." 
 
 Poor Pliable at first hung his head in shame. But
 
 28 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 when they began to tell stories about Graceless, and to 
 laugh at what they called his folly, he joined them and 
 laughed as loudly as the rest. 
 
 And there let us leave him. 
 
 For Graceless was still walking onward, and now and 
 then he caught glimpses of the wicket gate, standing, 
 white and bright, at the entrance to a mountain pass. 
 But his burden was now so heavy that his going was 
 very slow, and at every step he groaned with weariness. 
 
 By and by he came to a crossroad, and there a 
 stranger met him. The man smiled when he saw 
 Graceless, and spoke to him in a very pleasant manner. 
 
 "How now, my good fellow, where are you going?" 
 he said. "And what are you doing with that big 
 burden on your back?" 
 
 Graceless told him that he was on his way to the 
 wicket gate, and that he hoped when he reached it to 
 be shown how to get rid of his burden. 
 
 "Well," said the stranger, "I have spent many years 
 in study, and my neighbors call me Worldly Wiseman 
 because of my wisdom. Will you listen to me if I give 
 you some advice?" 
 
 "Certainly," said Graceless; "for I need good 
 counsel."
 
 WORLDLY WISEMAN 29 
 
 "Well, then, I advise you to get rid of that burden 
 as soon as possible," said Wiseman. 
 
 "That is just what I wish to do," answered Graceless. 
 " But I cannot take it off myself, and there is no man in 
 our country who can remove it. And that is why I am 
 going to the wicket gate." 
 
 "Who told you to go there?" 
 
 "A good man who seemed to me very gentle and lov- 
 ing. His name is Evangelist." 
 
 Worldly Wiseman laughed. "He is a fine fellow, 
 indeed, to be giving advice to others," he said. "Why, 
 he knows nothing at all, and yet he pretends to know 
 everything." 
 
 " Well, I felt sure that he knew how I might get rid 
 of this burden," answered Graceless. "He showed 
 me this road." 
 
 "And a pretty road it is," sneered Mr. Wiseman. 
 "There is not a more dangerous way in all the world. 
 You have already met with some of its difficulties ; for 
 I see that the mud of the Slough of Despond is upon 
 you." 
 
 "Yes, and I came near being buried in its mire," 
 said Graceless. 
 
 "Well, if you keep on in that same road, you will
 
 30 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 meet with many worse things : hunger and cold, lions, 
 dragons, darkness, and death. Take my advice, and 
 don't cast your life away so foolishly," said Mr. Wise- 
 man. 
 
 "Sir," answered Graceless, "this burden is so terrible 
 to me that I am willing to face all sorts of dangers if 
 only I can be delivered from it." 
 
 " How came you to get the burden in the first place ? " 
 
 "By reading this book that I have in my hand." 
 
 " I thought so. That book has filled many a man's 
 mind with foolish notions about things of which we 
 know nothing." 
 
 "Well, I know one thing. I know that I would like 
 to be eased from this burden." 
 
 Worldly Wiseman took Graceless by the hand, and 
 spoke to him very gently. 
 
 " Do you see yonder village at the farther end of this 
 broad road ?" he asked. 
 
 "Yes, I see it," answered Graceless. 
 
 "Well, the name of that village is Morality," said 
 Mr. Wiseman. "I have lived there for many years, 
 and it is a very pleasant place, indeed. There is a 
 lawyer there, a near neighbor of mine, who knows all 
 about burdens of every kind. His name is Legality,
 
 WORLDLY WISEMAN 31 
 
 and I would advise you to go and see him at 
 once." 
 
 "Are you sure that he can remove this burden of 
 mine?" asked Graceless. 
 
 "Most certainly he can," answered Mr. Wiseman; 
 "and he will do much more. He will put you in the way 
 of getting a home for yourself in our village. Then 
 you may send for your wife and children, and live hap- 
 pily among honest neighbors all the rest of your life." 
 
 "Oh, how delightful that would be !" cried Graceless. 
 
 "It would certainly be better than trying to reach 
 that wicket gate," said Mr. Wiseman. 
 
 "I think so, too," said Graceless. "Please show me 
 the way to that honest lawyer's house." 
 
 " Do you see yonder high hill ?" asked Mr. Wiseman. 
 
 "Yes, I see it very well." 
 
 "Then follow the road which leads by that hill. The 
 first house you come to is the house of Mr. Legality." 
 
 Graceless thanked him and bade him good-by. 
 Then he turned into the broad road on his left, and 
 walked as fast as his burden would let him towards 
 the hill which had been pointed out to him. It was 
 not more than a mile away, and he soon found himself 
 at its foot. •
 
 32 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 But what a fearful hill it was ! It was now a great 
 mountain, and it seemed to hang right over the road, 
 and Graceless feared every moment that it would 
 topple over upon him. He stood still and trembled. 
 There was no house in sight, no shelter of any kind. 
 The earth shook; flashes of fire came out of the 
 mountain ; he knew not which way to go. 
 
 "Oh, that I had not listened to the words of Worldly 
 Wiseman !" he cried. 
 
 Then, as he lifted his eyes, whom did he see but 
 Evangelist coming to meet him. 
 
 "What are you doing here, my friend?" asked the 
 good man. 
 
 Graceless could not say a word. 
 
 "Are you not the man whom I found crying in the 
 field by the City of Destruction ? And didn't I show 
 you the way to the wicket gate?" asked Evangelist. 
 
 "Yes, dear sir, you showed me the way," answered 
 the poor man. 
 
 "Then how is it that I find you here ?" asked Evan- 
 gelist. 
 
 Graceless told him how he had met Mr. Worldly 
 Wiseman at the crossing of the roads, and how he had 
 been persuaded to seek the house of the lawyer Legality.
 
 WORLDLY WIS KM AX 33 
 
 And when he had finished, he cried, "Woe is me now, 
 for I am undone !" 
 
 But Evangelist took him by the hand and said, 
 "This Worldly Wiseman, who pretended to be so 
 friendly to you, had no desire to help you. On the 
 contrary, he wished only to turn you out of the way 
 and send you to destruction. For that reason he 
 advised you to go to Mr. Legality, who has no power 
 whatever to remove your burden." 
 
 "Alas ! alas I" cried Graceless, "I see now my error. 
 I ought not to have listened to that man. I ought not 
 to have turned off from the straight way which leads 
 toward the shining light." 
 
 "Surely you did very wrong," answered Evangelist, 
 "and you deserve to suffer for your folly." 
 
 Then there was a great rumbling in the earth, as 
 though words were coming from it; fire flashed from 
 the crevices in the rocks; and the mountain shook 
 from top to bottom. 
 
 Graceless expected nothing but death. But seeing 
 the gentle face of Evangelist, he took courage. 
 
 " Sir," he asked, " is there no hope ? Is there no way 
 of escape ? May I not be forgiven ? And may I not 
 return and go up to the wicket gate?" 
 
 DREAM STORY 3
 
 34 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Evangelist answered him very kindly, "Yes, if you 
 are truly sorry for your error, you may again seek the 
 true way. The man at the gate will receive you, for 
 he has good will for all men." 
 
 "Then I will go back," said Graceless. 
 
 Evangelist kissed him, gave him one smile, and 
 bade him Godspeed. 
 
 And Graceless went on with haste, and spoke to no 
 man by the way.
 
 THE WICKET GATE 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that the man Graceless 
 came, by and by, to the wicket gate. Now, 
 over the gate there was written, 
 
 KNOCK, AND IT SHALL BE OPENED UNTO YOU 
 So he knocked, more than once or twice. And as he 
 knocked he kept saying to himself, "May I now enter? 
 Will he that is within open to sorry me?" 
 
 By and by there came to the gate a man with a 
 grave but kindly face, whose name was Good-will. He 
 looked out, and when he saw a stranger standing 
 there, he asked, "Who are you? And what do you 
 wish?" 
 
 "I am a man with a burden," answered Graceless. 
 "I have come from the City of Destruction, and am 
 going on towards the mountains and the shining light, 
 
 35
 
 36 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 where I hope to be delivered. I have been told that the 
 way lies through this gate ; therefore, I ask if you are 
 willing to let me in." 
 
 "I am willing with all my heart," said Good-will; 
 and with that he opened the gate. 
 
 Graceless stepped in, but not fast enough for Good- 
 will, who took him by the arm and pulled him quickly. 
 
 "Why did you do that?" asked the man. 
 
 Then Good-will told him that there was a castle full 
 of wicked giants on the hillside near by, and that often 
 when these giants saw a man about to enter the wicket 
 gate they would shoot at him with their arrows. In 
 this way many persons had been killed before they 
 could enter in. 
 
 "How glad I am that I am here!" said Graceless; 
 ''and yet I tremble from the dangers I have passed 
 through !" 
 
 "Who sent you here?" asked Good-will. 
 
 "A good man, called Evangelist," was the answer. 
 " He told me to. knock, and he said that you would show 
 me what to do to be delivered from this heavy burden." 
 
 "Why did you come alone?" asked Good-will. 
 
 " Because none of my neighbors would come. They 
 did not see their danger as I saw mine."
 
 THE WICKET GATE 37 
 
 "Did any one know of your coming?" 
 
 "Oh, yes. My wife and children saw me start, and 
 they called after me to come back. Some of my friends 
 saw me and followed me a little way." 
 
 "And did you come straight hither?" 
 
 "Alas, no ! For I listened to the words of Mr. 
 Worldly Wiseman and was persuaded to turn aside 
 into a dangerous way." 
 
 "Oh, did he meet you? And I suppose he advised 
 you to seek ease from Mr. Legality, did he not?" 
 
 "He did," answered Graceless, "and I foolishly 
 listened to his advice." 
 
 "Well, Mr. Wiseman is a cheat, and so is Mr. Le- 
 gality," said Good-will. " What did Mr. Legality say ? " 
 
 "I went by the broad road to find him," said Grace- 
 less; "but the mountain which stands by his house 
 was about to fall upon me, and I was forced to stop." 
 
 "That mountain has been the death of many, and it 
 was lucky that you escaped," said Good-will. 
 
 "Indeed, I should have perished had not Evangelist 
 met me there. He turned my feet again into the nar- 
 row way, and my face toward the shining light. And 
 now I am come, unworthy as I am, into this place. 
 How kind you were to open the gate for me !"
 
 38 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 it- 
 
 r We refuse none who come and knock. Therefore, 
 come with me, and I will teach you that which you need 
 most to know. But first I will give you a new name. 
 You shall no longer be called Graceless but Christian, 
 for you are now a pilgrim on the road to the Celes- 
 tial Land." 
 
 "Oh, tell me about that road," said Christian. 
 
 "Look before you," answered Good-will. "See that 
 narrow highway. It was cast up and built by the 
 great and good men of old. It is the way by which you 
 must go." 
 
 "I see it," answered Christian; "but are there no 
 windings in it by which one might lose his way ?" 
 
 "Not in the way itself," answered Good-will; "but 
 there are many crooks and turnings which join on to 
 it at different places. You may always know the right 
 way, for it is never any other than straight and narrow." 
 
 "This burden on my back is very grievous," said 
 Christian. "Can you not in some way help me to get 
 rid of it?" 
 
 "Be content to bear your burden yet a little while," 
 answered Good-will. "You will come, by and by, to 
 the place of deliverance ; and there it will fall from your 
 back of itself."
 
 THE WICKET GATE 39 
 
 "Very well, then," said Christian, "I will go for- 
 ward on my journey." 
 
 "Go," said Good-will, "and you will soon see a 
 beautiful house by the roadside. It is the house of the 
 Interpreter. Knock at the door, and he will open and 
 bid you enter. Tell him your name and whither you 
 are going, and he will show you many excellent things." 
 
 So Christian bade his friend farewell, and joyfully 
 renewed his journey.
 
 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that Christian went on 
 until he came to the house of the Interpreter. 
 
 There he knocked again and again ; and at last one 
 came to the door and asked who was there. 
 
 Christian answered that he was a traveler who was 
 on his way to the Celestial City, and that he wished to 
 see the master of the house. 
 
 Then the Interpreter himself came to the door and 
 said, "Come in. I will show you some things that 
 will be helpful to you on your journey." 
 
 So Christian went in and stood waiting. Then 
 the Interpreter took a lighted candle and bade him 
 follow into the next room. And there the good man 
 showed the pilgrim wonderful portraits and moving 
 pictures, each one of which taught its lesson of truth. 
 
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 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 41 
 
 In one of these pictures two children were shown 
 whose names were Passion and Patience. Passion was 
 always restless and dissatisfied ; but Patience was very 
 quiet and contented. 
 
 As Christian looked at the picture he saw a man 
 bring a bag of gold and pour out the treasure at Pas- 
 sion's feet. The child was very glad and seized the 
 gold with his hands. He laughed at Patience, and re- 
 joiced in his treasure. But soon it melted away, 
 and he had nothing left but rags. 
 
 Christian asked the Interpreter the meaning of this 
 picture. 
 
 "I will tell you," he answered. "As the treasure 
 of the child Passion vanished and left him nothing 
 but rags, so shall it be with the men of this world who 
 desire to have all their good things now." 
 
 "Yes," said Christian, "I see that Patience was 
 wiser than Passion, for he was contented to wait." 
 
 "You are right," answered the Interpreter; "for he 
 waits for the best things, and in due time will be re- 
 warded." 
 
 Thus Christian was led from room to room, and in 
 each he was shown some picture or other wonderful 
 object; and the Interpreter explained the meaning of
 
 42 JOHN BUN YAK'S DREAM STORY 
 
 everything that he saw. At last he was taken into a 
 very dark room, where he saw a man sitting in a cage. 
 
 The man seemed very sad. He sat with his eyes 
 looking down to the ground. His hands were folded, 
 and he sighed as though his heart would break. 
 
 "My friend," said Christian, "who are you?" 
 
 "I am not what I once was," answered the man. 
 
 "Well, then, what were you once?" asked Christian. 
 
 The man answered, " I was once a happy man, with 
 bright prospects in life. I had even a joyful hope of 
 going to the Celestial City." 
 
 "And what are you now?" asked Christian. 
 
 "I am a man without hope," was the answer. "I 
 am shut up in the iron cage of despair. For when I 
 might have done well, I neglected my duty and wasted 
 my opportunities." 
 
 Then said the Interpreter to Christian, "Let this 
 man's misery be a warning to you, my friend." 
 
 "Yes, indeed," said Christian. "May God help me 
 to watch and be sober. But, sir, is it not time that I 
 should be going?" 
 
 "Tarry till I show you one thing more," said the 
 Interpreter. 
 
 So he took Christian by the hand and led him into
 
 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 43 
 
 a chamber where there was a man rising quickly out of 
 bed. The man's face was white with fear and he 
 trembled and shook. 
 
 "What is the matter?" asked Christian. "Why are 
 you afraid?" 
 
 "Oh, I have had such a terrible dream," answered 
 the man. " I thought that the heavens were black with 
 storm clouds, and that the thunder and lightning were 
 most fearful. Then, as the clouds parted, I saw One 
 sitting among them, with the thousands of heaven 
 around him ; and all were clothed in garments of fire. 
 
 "A trumpet sounded, and a voice cried, 'Arise all 
 ye, and come to judgment ! ' 
 
 "With that, the rocks were rent, and the earth was 
 opened, and all who had ever lived came forth. Some 
 of these were very glad, and looked upward ; and some 
 sought to hide themselves under the mountains. 
 
 "Then He that sat among the clouds opened a book, 
 and bade all to draw near and be judged. Thereupon, 
 I sought to hide myself, but could not ; for the eyes of 
 the Judge were upon me, and my conscience accused 
 me on every side." 
 
 "But what was it that made you so afraid of this 
 sight?" asked Christian.
 
 44 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Why," answered the man, "I thought that the 
 day of judgment was come, and that I was not ready 
 for it. My conscience afflicted me, and I thought that 
 the Judge had always his eye upon me." 
 
 Then the Interpreter led Christian away. "Have 
 you considered all these things?" he asked. 
 
 "Yes, and they put me in fear and hope," answered 
 Christian. 
 
 So he rested for a short time in this wonderful house 
 of the Interpreter. But he would not tarry long, for 
 he was impatient to go on his way. 
 
 "I am thankful to you, good Interpreter," he said ; 
 "for you have shown me many things that are both 
 rare and profitable." 
 
 "May the Comforter be always with thee, to guide 
 thee in the way that leads to the City," said the In- 
 terpreter. 
 
 So Christian, with a lighter heart, renewed his journey.
 
 THE LIFTING OF THE BURDEN 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Christian went on 
 slowly and with great difficulty. For the road 
 was steep, and the burden on his back was very heavy. 
 
 But he toiled on until he came to a hill upon which 
 there was a cross ; and at the foot of the hill there was 
 a sepulcher. So, as he climbed the hill and came up to 
 the cross, behold, his burden fell from his shoulders 
 and began to tumble ; and it rolled downward till it 
 came to the mouth of the sepulcher, where it fell in, 
 and I saw it no more. 
 
 Oh, how merry of heart was Christian then. He 
 stood for a while to look and wonder ; for it seemed 
 very strange that the sight of the cross should thus ease 
 him from his burden. 
 
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 The Three Shining Ones 
 46
 
 THE LIFTING OF THE BURDEN 47 
 
 And as he wondered and wept, he saw three Shining 
 Ones, who saluted him and said, "Peace be to thee." 
 
 The first said to him, " I give thee a pure heart." 
 
 The second stripped him of his rags and clothed him 
 in beautiful garments. 
 
 The third set a mark on his forehead, and gave him 
 a little book with a seal upon it. " Keep this book with 
 care," he said, "and read in it often as you journey on- 
 ward. When you come to the Celestial City, show it 
 to the keeper of the gate ; it shall be your passport." 
 
 So the Shining Ones vanished from sight. And 
 Christian was so filled with joy that he leaped three 
 times into the air and then went on, singing, — 
 
 "Thus far did I come 
 
 With my burden of sin, 
 And nothing could ease 
 
 The grief I was in. 
 But when I came hither 
 
 The burden I lost ; 
 And I found peace and joy 
 
 At the foot of the cross."
 
 ADVENTURES ON THE ROAD 
 
 rilHEN I saw in my dream that as Christian was 
 J- going joyfully on his way he came to a pleasant 
 valley. And there he saw, a little way from the road, 
 three men who were lying fast asleep on the brink of a 
 precipice. They had fetters upon their heels, and their 
 names were Simple, Sloth, and Presumption. 
 
 Christian went toward them, and cried out to awaken 
 them. "Ho, there, you sleepers ! Wake up, and come 
 away from that dangerous place!" 
 
 But they only groaned and settled themselves for a 
 deeper sleep. 
 
 "Wake up! wake up!" cried Christian again. 
 "Wake up, and I will help you off with your fetters." 
 
 They opened their eyes and looked at him. 
 
 " I don't see any danger," said Simple. 
 
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 ADVENTURES ON THE ROAD 49 
 
 "Let me sleep a little longer," said Sloth. 
 
 "Every tub must stand upon its own bottom," said 
 Presumption. 
 
 Then all went to sleep more soundly than before, and 
 Chnstian went on his way. 
 
 He had not gone far when he saw two climbing over 
 the wall from the field on the left-hand side of the road. 
 As he came up, they joined him, and the three walked 
 on together. 
 
 "Gentlemen," said Christian, "who are you, and 
 whither are you going?" 
 
 One of them, who had a very soft voice and a goody- 
 goody countenance, answered, "My name is Hypocrisy, 
 and I am from the land of Vainglory." 
 
 "And my name," said the other, "is Formalist. We 
 two are close friends and companions, and we are on 
 our way to the Celestial City." 
 
 "Why didn't you come in by the gate?" asked 
 Christian. 
 
 "The gate?" answered Hypocrisy. "What is 
 the use of going round by the gate, when one can 
 make a short cut across the fields, and jump over the 
 wall?" 
 
 "But it is written in this book," said Christian, 
 
 DREAM STORY — 4
 
 50 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "that he that climbeth up some other way, the same is 
 a thief and a robber." 
 
 "Oh, you needn't call us names," answered Forma- 
 list. "It has been the practice a thousand years for 
 people to climb over the wall just as we have done." 
 
 "Well," said Christian, "I doubt if your practice 
 will stand the test of trial." 
 
 "What of that?" asked Hypocrisy. "You are on 
 the road to the Celestial City ; we are on the same road. 
 Are we not as far along on the way as you ?" 
 
 "We shall see whether you are found true men at 
 the end of the way," answered Christian. 
 
 "Well," said Formalist, "you are no better than we, 
 even if you do wear finer garments." 
 
 "These garments," said Christian, "were given to me 
 by the Lord of the place to which I am going. Surely 
 they are a token of his kindness, for I had only rags 
 before. And when I get to the city he will know me, 
 for I shall be clothed in his garments." 
 
 To this the men made no answer. They only looked 
 at each other and laughed ; and Christian walked on 
 ahead of them. 
 
 So they all went on until they came to a very high and 
 rugged hill which is called the Hill of Difficulty. At
 
 ADVENTURES ON THE ROAD 51 
 
 the foot of that hill there was a spring of clear water. 
 And here there were two other roads besides the straight 
 and narrow one. One of these wound around the hill 
 on the right-hand side ; the other branched off on the 
 left-hand side. But the narrow road went straight 
 forward over the steepest part of the hill. 
 
 Christian w T ent to the spring and drank from it. 
 Then feeling much refreshed, he w r ent onward, right 
 up the difficult way. And as he went he began to sing, 
 
 "The hill, though steep, 
 
 I will ascend ; 
 For me the toil 
 
 Will not offend. 
 Be brave, my heart, 
 
 And do not fear ; 
 For the way to life 
 
 Leads over here." 
 
 The other two men came also to the foot of the hill ; 
 but when they saw how high and steep it was, 
 they dreaded to climb it. Then they saw the other 
 two roads, how much easier they seemed ; and they 
 decided to follow them. 
 
 "All the ways will probably meet again on the other 
 side of the hill," they said.
 
 52 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Now the name of one of these roads was Danger, and 
 the name of the other was Destruction. But the two 
 men did not know that. 
 
 So one of them walked briskly onward along the way 
 of Danger, and the other went as fearlessly down the 
 road to Destruction. Soon both were lost in dark 
 forests where there was no pathway to guide them, ana 
 they were seen no more. 
 
 But Christian toiled onward and upward until he 
 at length reached the top of the hill.
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that as Christian has- 
 tened on his way, the sun went down and the 
 shades of evening began to fall. Christian began to 
 feel alarmed, for the forest by the roadside was the 
 home of wild beasts, and he knew not where to find 
 lodging for the night. 
 
 As he was grieving and wondering, he lifted up his 
 eyes, and behold, on the hillside before him, he saw a 
 very stately building. It stood right by the roadside, 
 and its name was the House Beautiful. 
 
 Christian quickened his steps and hurried forward, 
 for he hoped to find lodging. But while he was yet 
 some distance from the gate, he saw two lions crouching 
 by the roadside. 
 
 He was greatly frightened, and thought that death 
 
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 ' Soon he was safe at the Gateway " 
 54
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 55 
 
 was before him. He turned and was about to run back 
 when he heard a voice calling him. It was the voice of 
 the porter, whose name was Watchful. 
 
 Christian paused and listened. 
 
 "Have courage, sir!" cried the porter. "The lions 
 are chained, and if you will keep in the middle of the 
 path they cannot touch you." 
 
 Then Christian, trembling with fear, went on as 
 the porter directed him. The lions roared dreadfully, 
 but they did him no harm. Soon he was safe at the 
 gateway, and the porter took him by the hand and 
 spoke words of welcome to him. 
 
 "What house is this?" asked Christian. "And may 
 I lodge here to-night?" 
 
 "It is the House Beautiful," answered the porter. 
 " It was built by the Lord of the hill, to serve as a rest- 
 ing place for weary pilgrims. Come in ! Come inside 
 of the gate." 
 
 Christian went through the gateway, and the porter 
 asked him many questions. 
 
 "What is your name?" 
 
 "My name is now Christian, but at first it was 
 Graceless." 
 
 "Whence have you come?"
 
 56 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "I have come from the City of Destruction, and I 
 am on my way to the Celestial Land." 
 
 Then Watchful, the porter, rang a little bell ; and 
 a beautiful maid whose name was Discretion came 
 out of the house to answer to the call. 
 
 "Here is a weary pilgrim who would fain lodge here 
 to-night," said Watchful. "Will you not learn from 
 him whether he is in truth worthy?" 
 
 Then the maiden asked him whence he was, and 
 whither he was going ; and he told her. She asked him 
 how he had got into the right way; and he told her. 
 She asked him what he had seen and met on the road ; 
 and he told her. 
 
 "What is thy name?" 
 
 "Once it was Graceless, but now it is Christian. 
 And I am all the more desirous to lodge here to-night, 
 because I am told that the house was built by the Lord 
 of the hill as a resting place for pilgrims." 
 
 Then the maiden smiled, but as she smiled, the tears 
 stood in her eyes. 
 
 "I will call some of the others of our household," she 
 said. 
 
 She ran into the house and soon returned with three 
 other fair women more beautiful even than herself.
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 57 
 
 The names of these sisters were Prudence, Piety, and 
 Charity. 
 
 "Come in, thou blessed of the Lord," they said. 
 
 So Christian bowed his head and followed them into 
 the beautiful house. They brought him water with 
 which to refresh himself ; and when he had washed him- 
 self and brushed the dust from his clothing, they gave 
 him a pleasant seat by the window. And all sat down 
 to talk until supper was ready. 
 
 "How did it happen that you started on this jour- 
 ney?" asked Piety. 
 
 "Oh, I had a grievous burden on my back," an- 
 swered Christian, " and there was a dreadful sound in 
 my ears, and I did not know whither to go." 
 
 "But who told you to come this way?" 
 
 "As I was trembling and weeping, a man whose name 
 is Evangelist showed me the way to the wicket gate. 
 And there my feet were set in the right road." 
 
 "Did you see the house of the Interpreter by the 
 roadside?" 
 
 " Oh, yes ! And there I was shown many things that 
 I will remember as long as I live. I could have stayed 
 in that good man's house a whole year, but I knew 
 that I had farther to go."
 
 58 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "And what else did you see on the way?" 
 
 "See ! Why, as I came to the top of a weary hill 
 I saw a cross, and as I went near to it and fell on my 
 knees, the heavy burden which I had borne so long 
 tumbled from my back and rolled far away out of my 
 sight. And as I was rejoicing, behold three Shining 
 Ones came to me with gifts. One of them gave me 
 these beautiful garments which you see; for I had 
 nothing but rags before. Another gave me this sealed 
 roll, which is my passport to the Celestial City." 
 
 Then Prudence asked him, "What is it that makes 
 you so desirous to reach the Celestial City?" 
 
 "Oh, there are many things," answered Christian. 
 " I hope that when I am there I shall be free from the 
 troubles which vex me here. They say that there is 
 no death there, and that we may live with those whom 
 we love best, and fear no evil. So I fain would be there 
 and sing with those blessed ones who stand around the 
 throne of the King." 
 
 Then Charity asked him, "Have you a family?" 
 
 And Christian answered, "Yes, I have a wife and 
 four small children." 
 
 "And why did you not bring them with you?" 
 asked Charity.
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 59 
 
 Then Christian wept bitterly, and said, "How 
 gladly would I have done so, but they would not 
 listen to me. They wished even to hold me back 
 and prevent me from coming." 
 
 While they were yet talking, the supper was made 
 ready, and they sat down at the table. And on the 
 cable were all sorts of healthful and nourishing food 
 — red-cheeked apples, and purple grapes, and delicious 
 fruits from the gardens of the sun, and whatsoever 
 would make the body strong and beautiful. 
 
 The company sat at the table, and all their talk was 
 about the Lord of the hill - - of his goodness in build- 
 ing the house and in furnishing it with all things neces- 
 sary to the happiness of those who visited it. 
 
 "He is a great warrior," said Piety, "for he fought 
 with the greatest enemy of our country and slew him." 
 
 "He is a lover of the poor," said Charity, "for he 
 stripped himself of his own glory that he might relieve 
 them of their sorrows." 
 
 Thus they sat and talked till late at night. Then they 
 betook themselves to rest, committing themselves to 
 the care of their Lord. 
 
 As for Christian, he was given a bed in a large 
 upper chamber where there was a window that
 
 60 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 opened toward the sun-rising. The name of that 
 chamber was Peace ; and there he slept till the break 
 of day. 
 
 In the morning he arose early, and as he dressed he 
 sang for joy. 
 
 After he had breakfasted with the household he be- 
 gan to talk of renewing his journey; but Prudence 
 said, "Nay, you must tarry a day with us. For we 
 would show you some of the rarities of this place." 
 
 So they first led him into the library and showed 
 him the records of all that had been done in olden times. 
 There, too, they showed him the history of the Lord 
 of the hill, and the names of many good men and women 
 who had served him, and pictures of the mansions 
 which he had given them to live in. 
 
 And in many books they read of the worthy deeds 
 of those who served the Lord — how they had 
 "subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained 
 promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the 
 violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of 
 weakness were made strong, waxed violent in fight, and 
 turned to flight the armies of the aliens." 
 
 Here also were the histories of other famous things, 
 both ancient and modern ; and Christian was so pleased
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 61 
 
 with the reading of them that the day was spent ere he 
 was aware. 
 
 The next day, Watchful and the four maidens led 
 him into the armory of the house and showed him the 
 arms and the curious relics that were there. 
 
 They showed him the sword and the shield, the hel- 
 met and the breastplate, and the shoes which the Lord 
 of the hill had provided for the pilgrims who would en- 
 list under his banner. None of these would wear out, 
 and there were so many that all who live in the world 
 might be clothed in armor. 
 
 They showed him some of the strange weapons that 
 had been used in former times, such as the sling with 
 which David had slain Goliath, and the jawbone with 
 which Samson had done such mighty deeds. 
 
 They showed him, also, many other excellent things, 
 and thus the second day was passed. 
 
 Early the next morning Christian made ready to go 
 forward ; but the good people of the house persuaded 
 him to tarry until the sun was higher. 
 
 "Stay," said Piety, "and if the air is clear, we will 
 show you the Delectable Mountains." 
 
 "And where are they?" asked Christian. 
 
 "Oh, they are far, far away," answered Piety;
 
 62 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "but they are much nearer to the Celestial City than 
 this place is. And sometimes we have most delightful 
 views of them." 
 
 So Christian consented and stayed. 
 
 Towards noon they led him up to the top of the house 
 and bade him look southward. He did so, and lo ! 
 at a great distance he saw a most beautiful land. It was 
 a mountainous country, with delightful valleys and 
 fields. There were green woods and pleasant vineyards. 
 There were fruits of all sorts, and flowers of every hue. 
 There were springs and fountains, bright waterfalls, 
 and quiet brooks. 
 
 "What is the name of that beautiful country?" 
 asked Christian. 
 
 "It is called Immanuel's Land," they answered; 
 "and all pilgrims are as welcome there as they are at 
 this our House Beautiful." 
 
 Then they led him down again into the armory. And 
 they clothed him from head to foot in stout armor. 
 They put a shield in his hand, and a sharp sword in his 
 belt; and on his head they fitted a helmet of rarest 
 workmanship. 
 
 He was now ready to go forward on his journey; 
 and the maidens went with him to the gate.
 
 THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 63 
 
 "I saw another pilgrim passing, a little while ago," 
 said Watchful. 
 
 "Did you know him?" asked Christian. 
 
 "He told me that his name is Faithful," answered 
 the porter. 
 
 "Oh, I know him," gladly answered Christian. "He 
 is one of my old neighbors. How far do you think he 
 has gone?" 
 
 " He is at the foot of the hill by this time." 
 
 "Well, I will hasten and try to overtake him." 
 
 Then Christian bade the porter good-by, and began 
 to go forward. But the maidens, Discretion, Piety, 
 Charity, and Prudence, said, "We will go with you to 
 the foot of the hill." 
 
 So they went on together, talking as they walked. 
 The hill was very steep and slippery, and at its foot was 
 the Valley of Humiliation. So dangerous was the going 
 down that Christian would have fallen many times had 
 not Discretion and Prudence been with him to direct his 
 steps. Even as it was, he slipped two or three times. 
 
 At length, they were at the bottom of the hill. The 
 maidens gave Christian a loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, 
 and a cluster of raisins. Then they bade him good-by, 
 and he went on his way.
 
 THE FIGHT WITH APOLLYON 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that Christian was entered 
 into the Valley of Humiliation ; and here he had 
 no easy time of it. 
 
 For he had gone but a little way when he saw a dread- 
 ful fiend coming across the plain to meet him. The 
 name of this fiend was Apollyon, and he was too hideous 
 to behold. 
 
 His body was covered with scales, like a fish ; he had 
 wings like a dragon, and feet like a bear ; his mouth was 
 like the mouth of a lion, and fire and smoke came out 
 of his nostrils. 
 
 Christian was much afraid. As the monster came 
 flying toward him he knew not what to do. He had 
 half a mind to run back ; but he knew that Apollyon 
 would soon overtake him. 
 
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 THE FIGHT WITH APOLLYON 65 
 
 "I will stand my ground and do what I can," he said 
 to himself ; and he went boldly forward to meet the 
 dreadful fiend. 
 
 Apollyon came swiftly on, and gruffly saluted Chris- 
 tian : 
 
 " Ho, there, you fellow ! Who are you, and whence 
 have you come?" 
 
 " I have come from the City of Destruction, and my 
 name is Christian," answered the pilgrim. "I am on 
 my way to the Celestial Land." 
 
 "Huh !" growled the fiend. "Don't you know that 
 I am the king of the City of Destruction? You are 
 my subject, and you are trying to run away from me." 
 
 "True, I w T as born in your country," said Christian, 
 "but I am not your subject. I have promised myself 
 to the King of the Celestial Land." 
 
 Then w T as Apollyon very angry, and he would have 
 struck down the pilgrim at once, had he not hoped to 
 gain him over. He roared terribly, and cried, "You 
 are a rebel and a traitor, and deserve nothing but death 
 at my hands. Yet I will forgive you if you will turn 
 now and go back to my city and my service." 
 
 But Christian stood his ground bravely and defied 
 the fiend. 
 
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 66 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Beware, Apollyon !" he cried. "I am in the King's 
 highway. Therefore, take heed to thyself." 
 
 "Ha!" answered Apollyon. "What care I for the 
 King's highway?" And with one foot on one side of 
 the road and one on the other, he stood directly in 
 front of the pilgrim. 
 
 "Now I have you !" he said; and he drew flaming 
 darts from his breast and threw them so that they fell 
 like hail all around Christian's head. 
 
 But Christian held up his shield to protect himself, 
 and drawing his sword, rushed boldly upon his foe. 
 Then there was a fight such as neither you nor I have 
 ever seen. The giant fiend and the valiant man 
 wrestled and strove, they struck and parried, they 
 pressed this way and that ; and neither seemed to get 
 the better of the other. 
 
 Christian was wounded in two or three places ; and 
 yet for a whole hour he stood up against his foe. At 
 length, however, his foot slipped and he fell ; and his 
 sword flew out of his hand. 
 
 "Now I have thee!" shouted Apollyon. 
 
 But as the fiend raised his arm to fetch the last blow, 
 Christian quickly stretched out his hand and recovered 
 his sword. He leaped to his feet, crying, "Rejoice
 
 THE FIGHT WITH APOLLYON 67 
 
 not against me, mine enemy. When I fall, I shall 
 arise !" 
 
 With that, he gave the fiend a deadly thrust which 
 made him pause and start back. Then Christian gave 
 him another stroke and another. 
 
 Apollyon saw that he had met his match. He spread 
 his dragon wings and flew away, over the plain; and 
 Christian saw him no more. 
 
 The pilgrim looked up and smiled. "Thanks be to 
 Him that delivered me out of the mouth of the lion, and 
 to Him that did help me against Apollyon," he said. 
 
 Then there came to him a hand with some of the 
 leaves of the tree of life; and he took these and laid 
 them upon his wounds, and he was healed immediately. 
 And he sat down to eat bread and to drink from the 
 bottle that was given him by the maidens of the House 
 Beautiful.
 
 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that when Christian had 
 rested and refreshed himself, he again renewed his 
 journey. And now he carried his sword drawn in his 
 hand : for he said, " I know not what other enemy I may 
 meet." 
 
 The way was rougher and narrower than before, 
 and it led downward into a wild land of bogs and pits 
 which was called the Valley of the Shadow of Death. 
 
 Near the entrance to this valley, Christian met two 
 men who were running back with as much speed as 
 they could. 
 
 "Hold, men !" he cried. "What's the matter?" 
 
 "Matter enough," they answered. "We have been 
 as far in that valley as any one dares to go. The air 
 is as dark as pitch down there. We saw hundreds of 
 
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 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH 69 
 
 hobgoblins and dragons and satyrs. We heard the 
 most fearful shrieks and groans. Clouds of confusion 
 hover in the darkness. And Death spreads his wings 
 over the whole valley." 
 
 "All these things are dreadful," said Christian, "but 
 I see that my way lies through this very valley." 
 
 "Well," said the men, "it is not our way " ; and they 
 parted. 
 
 Then Christian went down into the valley, carrying 
 his sword in his hand. The way was very narrow. 
 On one side of it there was a very deep ditch ; on the other 
 there was a dangerous bog which was without bottom. 
 
 As Christian went forward, groping in the darkness, 
 he was much distressed. For when he would shun 
 the ditch on the one hand, he felt himself slipping into the 
 bog on the other ; and when he drew away from the mire 
 of the bog, he was in danger of stumbling into the ditch. 
 
 About the middle of the valley there was a yawning 
 chasm close by the wayside ; and out of this chasm came 
 flame and smoke and hideous sounds, enough to 
 frighten the bravest man. So here, Christian put up 
 his sword and began to pray to the Lord of the hill, 
 "0 Lord, I beseech thee, deliver my soul !" 
 
 Thus, for a long time, he went onward ; and the
 
 "Thus, for a Long Time, he went Onward" 
 
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 THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH 71 
 
 angry waves reached their fiery tongues toward him as 
 though they would devour him. Still he went onward ; 
 and he heard doleful sounds, the rushing of winds, and 
 the shrieking of fiends. 
 
 At times he was minded to go back; but then he 
 remembered the scenes he had passed through, and felt 
 that the danger in front of him could be no greater than 
 that which was behind. 
 
 At length, while he was still in the midst of alarms, 
 he thought that he heard a voice in the darkness ahead 
 of him. He listened. It was the voice of a man, speak- 
 ing up clearly in the midst of the great uproar* 
 "Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of 
 Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." 
 
 Then Christian was glad, and he went on with a 
 surer step than before. He called to him that was 
 before: "Oh, my friend Faithful! Is it your voice 
 that I hear?" 
 
 But no answer came out of the gloom. 
 
 Soon, however, the day broke, and the light of the 
 sun began to dispel the darkness. Christian paused 
 and looked back over the road he had traveled. 
 
 He could see plainly the ditch and the bog with the 
 narrow pathway between them.
 
 72 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 He could see the hobgoblins and the dragons and 
 the satyrs ; but they were far off, hiding in the shadows 
 of the valley. 
 
 He gave thanks that he had escaped all these, and 
 then resumed his journey. The way, however, was 
 still beset with dangers, for he was not yet out of the 
 valley. There were so many snares, traps, pits, and 
 pitfalls all along the way, that had it now been dark he 
 would surely have fallen into them and been lost. But, 
 as I have said, the sun was rising.
 
 THE MAN TALKATIVE 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Christian had come 
 safely out of the dark valley, and was singing on 
 his way. And as he came to the brow of a hill, whom 
 should he see before him but his old friend Faithful ? 
 
 "Ho! ho! soho!" he cried. "Wait and I will be 
 your companion." 
 
 Faithful looked behind him, but walked on. 
 
 "Wait! wait till I come up with you," again called 
 Christian. 
 
 But Faithful answered, "I must not tarry; for my 
 errand is pressing." 
 
 Then Christian ran with what speed he could, and 
 not only overtook Faithful but passed by him. Then 
 he looked back and laughed. 
 
 "You wouldn't wait, and so I am ahead of you." 
 
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 74 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 But, as he was speaking, he stumbled and fell ; and 
 being worn with his journey he could not rise again till 
 Faithful came to help him. 
 
 Then the two went on very lovingly together, talk- 
 ing of things that had happened to them on their pil- 
 grimage. Each told the other of all that he had seen, 
 and of the dangers he had escaped ; and both were 
 much comforted and strengthened. 
 
 They had walked thus a long way, when, chancing 
 to look up, they saw a stranger near them who was 
 going in the same direction. 
 
 "Whither away, friend ?" asked Faithful. "Are you 
 going to the Celestial Land?" 
 
 "That is the very place to which I am going," 
 answered the stranger. 
 
 " I am glad," said Faithful ; "and we shall be pleased 
 to have your company." 
 
 "Nothing will please me better," said the stranger. "I 
 hope that we shall have much pleasant talk together." 
 
 "Come on, then, and let us spend our time dis- 
 coursing about things that are interesting and profit- 
 able," said Faithful. 
 
 "With all my heart," answered the stranger, "for 
 I am very fond of talking."
 
 THE MAN TALKATIVE 75 
 
 So he came up and walked between the two pilgrims ; 
 and as he walked he talked. 
 
 " How pleasant it is to talk ! " he said. " How delight- 
 ful to talk of the history and mystery of things ! A 
 man may learn many things by talking and listening 
 to talk. Let us talk of things heavenly or things 
 earthly ; of things past or of things to come ; of things 
 foreign or of things at home. We shall find all such dis- 
 course profitable." 
 
 And so he w r ent on, chattering about this thing and 
 that, but saying nothing that could improve the mind 
 or touch the heart. He talked and talked and talked ; 
 and his words rippled from his mouth so pleasantly 
 that even Faithful was inclined to think that there was 
 some meaning to his speech. 
 
 But Christian kept silent, and gradually fell a little 
 way behind the others. He was busy with his own 
 thoughts, and the empty words of the stranger were 
 unpleasant to him. 
 
 By and by, as the stranger was delivering a long speech 
 and listening to himself with great delight, Faithful 
 loitered a little until Christian had overtaken him. 
 
 "What a fine companion we have!" he whispered. 
 "He will make a gocd pilgrim."
 
 76 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Christian smiled. "He certainly has a fair tongue," 
 he said. 
 
 "Do you know him?" asked Faithful. 
 
 " Know him ! Yes, better than he knows him- 
 self." 
 
 "Tell me, then, who is he?" 
 
 " I wonder that you don't know him. He is a fellow 
 from our town, and his name is Talkative. His father's 
 name is Say-well, and his home is in Prating Row." 
 
 "Well, he seems to be a very pretty man," said 
 Faithful. 
 
 "He is prettiest away from home," said Christian. 
 " The people who know him say that it is better to deal 
 with a Turk than with him. He is ugly to his family, 
 ugly to his servants, ugly to all goodness at home. But 
 he is always ready to talk, and he talks to please the 
 company he is in." 
 
 "Since you know him so well," said Faithful, "I 
 am led to believe that he is a great sayer but no doer. 
 I am already sick of his prattle and his company. But 
 how shall we get rid of him ?" 
 
 "Only ask him some question touching his own life 
 and morals, and see whether he won't become sick of 
 your company," answered Christian.
 
 THE MAN TALKATIVE 77 
 
 So Faithful quickened his steps and soon caught up 
 with Talkative. 
 
 " Come, what cheer ? How are you now ? " he asked. 
 
 "Very well, I thank you," said Talkative. "I 
 thought we should have had a great deal of talk by 
 this time." 
 
 "We will have it now," said Faithful; and so by 
 skillful questions he led the talkative man to say a great 
 many things concerning the duties of life and the right 
 way of living. Then he asked him plainly, 
 
 "Do you, yourself, live in this way? And do you 
 do those things which you say all good and true men 
 ought to do?" 
 
 Talkative hung his head, and was slow to answer. 
 Then he said, "I see that you are ready to find fault 
 with every man that you meet. I do not care to talk 
 with such people; and so I will bid you good-by." 
 
 And with that he leaped over the wall and walked 
 away by himself across the field. 
 
 And Christian and Faithful went on together talking 
 of the place to which they were bound, and rejoicing 
 in the hope which filled their hearts.
 
 VANITY FAIR 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that, as Christian and 
 Faithful journeyed onward, they came, by and by, 
 to a large and famous town. The name of that town 
 was Vanity; and a fair was held there all the year 
 round. 
 
 The road to the Celestial City was through the midst 
 of the town and the great fair; and so the two pil- 
 grims must needs go that way. 
 
 As they walked they saw the places, rows, and streets 
 where all sorts of things were bought and sold. One 
 street was called the English Row, another the French 
 Row, another the Italian Row, another the German 
 Row. Every country in the world had its own place, 
 where its own peculiar kinds of goods were sold. 
 
 And as the pilgrims went quietly along, intent upon 
 
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 VANITY FAIR 79 
 
 their own duty, they were beset by numbers of hawkers 
 and barkers urging them to buy of their goods. 
 
 "What will you buy? What will you buy?" they 
 cried ; and they offered all sorts of vanities and follies. 
 
 The people who visited this fair and who spent 
 most of their time there, were dressed in rich and 
 gaudy apparel ; and they seemed to have nothing to do 
 but to eat, drink, and be merry. They moved hither 
 and thither, from one street or row to another, laugh- 
 ing at this thing and that, and seeking always for some- 
 thing new. 
 
 And here at all times were seen cheats, fools, apes, 
 knaves, and rogues of every kind ; and here also were 
 thieves, liars, and all sorts of wicked men. 
 
 " What will you buy ? What will you buy ? " cried the 
 hawkers and barkers. And a crowd of idlers soon 
 gathered around the pilgrims to see what they would do. 
 
 Then Faithful, turning, and looking at them gravely, 
 answered, "We buy the truth." 
 
 At that answer there was a great commotion in 
 the street. Some laughed, some mocked, and some 
 picked up stones to throw at the pilgrims. 
 
 At length the whole fair was in a hubbub, and 
 Christian and Faithful were so hemmed in by the
 
 80 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 multitude that they could go neither forward nor 
 backward. 
 
 Then some officers of the town took them in charge 
 and led them to the hall of the chief magistrate, 
 where they were accused of having made an unlaw- 
 ful disturbance in the fair. 
 
 "You seem to be strangers in this place," said the 
 chief magistrate sternly. "Where do you come from, 
 and what is your business?" 
 
 "We are pilgrims," answered Christian, "and we 
 are on our way to our own country, which is the Celes- 
 tial Land." 
 
 "What do you mean by coming thus to our fair 
 and trying to overturn it by your disorder?" asked 
 the magistrate. 
 
 "We were but going peaceably along the highway," 
 answered Faithful, "and we should have said nothing 
 had not so many followed us, asking us to buy of 
 their wares. Even then we did nothing, but said 
 that we would buy the truth." 
 
 This answer caused the magistrate to fall into a 
 great rage. He called them liars and disturbers of the 
 peace, and commanded them to be punished. 
 
 So the officers of the town took them and beat them,
 
 The Two Prisoners were brought into Court' 
 
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 82 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 and besmeared them with mud, and put them in a 
 cage, where all the people of the fair might come and 
 jeer at them. 
 
 But Christian and Faithful bore their punishment 
 meekly, and made no answer to those who reviled them. 
 Their very faces showed the goodness of their hearts ; 
 and since it could not be proved that they had done 
 any harm, there were several of the townsfolk who 
 began to speak well of them. 
 
 This put the" magistrate and the rest of those at 
 the fair into greater rage than before; and they de- 
 clared that the pilgrims should suffer death. 
 
 So they put chains upon them and made their 
 feet fast in the stocks. And a time was set when 
 they should be tried before the judge of that coun- 
 try, who acted in the name of the king. 
 
 The day at last came, and the two prisoners were 
 brought into court. The name of the judge was Sir 
 Hategocd ; and he sat upon the bench with a jury of 
 twelve picked men before him. 
 
 "You are charged," said he, "of being enemies to our 
 town, the disturbers of our fair, and plotters against 
 our king, who is the great Beelzebub. What have you 
 to say in your defense ?"
 
 VANITY FAIR 83 
 
 Then Faithful began to answer. "As for being an 
 enemy," he said, "I set myself only against those who 
 set themselves against the Almighty. As for disturb- 
 ance, I have made none, for I am a man of peace. 
 As for your king, Beelzebub, he is the enemy of our 
 Lord, and I defy him." 
 
 Having said this, he sat down, and three witnesses 
 were called. The names of these witnesses were 
 Envy, Superstition, and Pickthank ; and they had 
 been hired for this work. 
 
 "Do you know this prisoner at the bar?" asked 
 the judge. 
 
 Then Envy stepped forward and said, "My lord, 
 I have known him a long time. He is one of the vilest 
 men in our country. He has no regard for our king, our 
 laws, or our customs. I have heard him say that all 
 ought to be overthrown." 
 
 "What else have you to say?" asked the judge. 
 
 "Oh, I might say a thousand things about his vile- 
 ness and his treason, but I will not weary the court. 
 Perhaps I will say more after the other witnesses have 
 spoken." 
 
 Then they called Superstition and bade him look 
 at the prisoner.
 
 84 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Do you know this man?" asked the judge! 
 
 "Well, I have no great acquaintance with him, nor 
 do I wish to have," answered the witness. "But I 
 know him to be a very pestilent fellow; and I have 
 heard him speak ill of our king and our religion." 
 And with this, he went on to accuse Faithful of many 
 wicked deeds. 
 
 Finally, Pickthank was brought forward and asked 
 to say what he knew about the prisoner. 
 
 "My lord, I have known him a very long time," 
 he answered. "I have often heard him rail against our 
 king, Beelzebub, and against the princes of our land. 
 In fact, I have heard him rail against you, my lord. I 
 have heard him call you a villain, and all sorts of other 
 ugly names. I know him to be an enemy of our country 
 and of our king." 
 
 The judge was now filled with anger towards Faith- 
 ful ; and he called upon the jury to decide among 
 themselves and give their verdict concerning the vile 
 prisoner before them. 
 
 So the jury consulted together, and each one gave his 
 own opinion of the matter : 
 
 "I see clearly that this man is a heretic," said Mr. 
 Blindman, who was the foreman.
 
 VANITY FAIR 85 
 
 "Yes! yes!" said Mr. Malice. "Away with him. 
 I hate the very looks of him." 
 
 "I never could endure him," said Mr. Lovelust. 
 
 "Nor I, for he was always talking against my ways," 
 said Mr. Liveloose. 
 
 "Hang him, hang him !" said Mr. Heady. 
 
 "He's a sorry scrub," said Mr. Highmind. 
 
 "My heart riseth against him," said Mr. Enmity. 
 
 "He is a rogue," said Mr. Liar. 
 
 "Hanging is too good for him," said Mr. Cruelty. 
 
 "Let us hasten to put him out of the way," said 
 Mr. Hatelight. 
 
 "Yes, let us forthwith sentence him to death," said 
 Mr. Implacable. 
 
 And so they did. 
 
 And the judge presently condemned him to be led 
 from the place and put to the most cruel death that 
 could be invented. 
 
 They therefore brought him out to do with him ac- 
 cording to their law. They scourged him ; they beat 
 him with their fists; they stoned him with stones; 
 and, last of all, they burned him to ashes at the stake. 
 
 Thus came Faithful to his end. 
 
 But, behold, there came a chariot with horses ; and
 
 86 
 
 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Faithful, being freed from the body, was taken up into 
 it; and straightway he was carried up through the 
 clouds, with sound of trumpet, the nearest way to 
 the Celestial Gate. 
 
 As for Christian, he was remanded to prison to wait 
 for his trial at another time. But He that overrules 
 all things so wrought it about that he escaped from his 
 foes and went on his way. And as he went, the name 
 of his dear friend was ever on his tongue — 
 
 "Sing, Faithful, sing, 
 
 And let thy name survive. 
 For though they killed thee, 
 Thou art yet alive."
 
 THE FATE OF MR. BY-ENDS 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Christian was not 
 alone as he left the town of Vanity. For he had 
 as companion one who had been a citizen of that town, 
 and whose name was now Hopeful. 
 
 "I will go with you," said this man Hopeful, "be- 
 cause I have seen how gently and patiently and bravely 
 you bore your sufferings at the Fair. And there are 
 many others who witnessed the glorious death of 
 Faithful and will follow after us." 
 
 Now they had not gone very far on their way when 
 they overtook one who was going before them. This 
 person was very smartly dressed, he walked with his 
 head thrown back, and he had ever a proud smile upon 
 his face. 
 
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 88 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Good-morning, fellow traveler," said Christian. 
 "How far go you in this way?" 
 
 " I am from the town of Fair-speech, and I am going 
 to the Celestial City," he answered. 
 
 "From Fair-speech !" said Christian. "Is there any 
 good thing in that town?" 
 
 "I hope so," was the answer. 
 
 "I have heard of that town. They say it is a very 
 wealthy place," said Christian. 
 
 "Indeed, that is true," said the traveler. "I have 
 a good many rich kindred there." 
 
 "Pray, sir, what may we call you ?" asked Christian. 
 
 " I am a stranger to you, and you to me," was the 
 answer. " If you are going this way, I shall be glad to 
 go with you. I will say to you that I belong to a very 
 respectable family. True, my great grandfather was 
 only a ferryman, rowing one way and looking the other ; 
 but I have become a gentleman of the first quality." 
 
 Then Christian stepped a little aside to his fellow, 
 Hopeful, and said, "This man will not tell me his name, 
 but I'm quite sure that he is the noted Mr. By-ends of 
 Fair-speech." 
 
 "Ask him," said Hopeful; "he will surely not be 
 ashamed of his name."
 
 THE FATE OF MR. BY-EXDS 89 
 
 So Christian came up with him again and said, "I 
 think I have a good guess at you. Isn't your name Mr. 
 By-ends?" 
 
 "That is not my real name," answered the man; 
 " but some people who don't like me have given it to 
 me as a nickname." 
 
 "Did you never do anything to deserve such a 
 name?" 
 
 "Never, never ! The worst I ever did was to happen 
 always to be on the same side as the company I am 
 with. I never go against wind or tide. I like to go to 
 church when I can wear my silver slippers. So why 
 should men call me By-ends?" 
 
 "Well, if you go with us, you must go against wind 
 and tide," said Christian. 
 
 "Indeed," answered By-ends, "if you don't wish my 
 company, I can get along very well by myself." And 
 with that he dropped behind, and Christian and Hope- 
 ful went onward with quickened steps. 
 
 Soon the road became broader and easier, and pres- 
 ently they saw spread out before them a beautiful plain 
 called Ease. The way was now so pleasant that the 
 pilgrims sang for joy; the plain was very level and 
 they were soon across it.
 
 90 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 At the farther side of the plain there was a hill, and 
 in that hill there was a silver mine ; but it was a little 
 way off from the road. 
 
 As the pilgrims were looking at the hill they saw a 
 man whose name was Demas standing beside it and 
 beckoning to them. 
 
 "Ho, you travelers !" he said, "come over here, and 
 I will show you something." 
 
 "What is it?" asked Christian. 
 
 "It is a silver mine," answered Demas, "and there are 
 men here digging for treasure. If you would become 
 rich, now is your time." 
 
 "Let's go and see," said Hopeful. 
 
 "Not I," answered Christian; "I've heard of this 
 place before. There is a pit close by it, and many who 
 have been lured that way have fallen into it and 
 perished." 
 
 Then he turned again to Demas and asked, "Isn't 
 that mine a very dangerous place for pilgrims?" 
 
 "Oh, no; not very dangerous," answered Demas; 
 but he blushed as he spoke. 
 
 Then Christian took Hopeful by the hand and said, 
 "Let us still keep on our way." 
 
 So they went on, and Hopeful, looking backward,
 
 THE FATE OF MR. BY-ENDS 91 
 
 said, "I'D warrant you that when By-ends comes up, 
 he will turn in to see that mine." 
 
 "No doubt of it," said Christian; "for he is that 
 sort of man." 
 
 And it happened just so. For when By-ends came 
 within sight of the hill and the mine, he had great long- 
 ing to see the treasure that was hidden there. And 
 when Demas beckoned to him, he ran over to the place 
 and was seen no more. But whether he fell into the 
 pit by looking over, or whether he went down to dig, 
 or whether he was smothered by the gases in the mine 
 — of these things I am not certain.
 
 BY-PATH MEADOW 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Christian and Hopeful 
 went until they came to a pleasant river ; and for 
 a time their way lay just upon the bank of the river. 
 
 Here, therefore, they walked with great delight. 
 They drank of the water of the river, and it was pleas- 
 ant and strengthening to their weary spirits. On either 
 side of the stream there were beautiful trees that bore 
 all manner of fruit ; and the leaves of these trees were 
 for medicine. 
 
 Here, also, they came to a meadow that was curiously 
 beautified with lilies, and it was green all the year round. 
 In this meadow they lay down and slept, for here they 
 were safe from all harm. When they awoke, they ate 
 of the fruit of the trees, and drank of the life-giving 
 water. Then they lay down again to sleep. 
 
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 BY-PATH MEADOW 93 
 
 Thus they rested and refreshed themselves for several 
 days ; and when they were disposed to go on, they ate 
 and drank and departed. But soon the river and the 
 road parted, and at this they were very sorry. For 
 now the way was rough to their travel-worn feet ; and 
 as they went on, they wished for a better way. 
 
 By and by, they saw on the left hand of the road a 
 green meadow; and there was a stile to go over the 
 fence into it. And a sign by the stile told them that 
 this was By-path Meadow. 
 
 Christian's feet being tender, he went to the stile 
 and looked over; and behold there was a pleasant 
 path on the other side of the fence. 
 
 "This suits me," said Christian. "Here is the 
 easiest going. Come, Hopeful, let us get over and fol- 
 low this soft, cool path." 
 
 "What if it should lead us astray?" asked Hopeful. 
 
 "Oh, no danger of that," said Christian. "It keeps 
 close along the roadside fence." 
 
 So they climbed over the stile and found the path 
 very easy for their feet. They soon overtook a man 
 who was walking the same way, and. they asked him, 
 "Whither does this pathway lead?" 
 
 "To the Celestial City," he answered.
 
 "They climbed over the Stile 
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 BY-PATH MEADOW 95 
 
 "Are you quite sure?" asked Hopeful. 
 
 "I am confident of it," answered the stranger. 
 
 "There, didn't I tell you so ?" said Christian. "And 
 to make us doubly sure, see that finger board which 
 says: TO THE CELESTIAL CITY." 
 
 So the stranger, whose name was Vain-confidence, 
 went on before ; and they followed him. But soon the 
 night came on, and it grew very dark. They could 
 not see the path. They lost sight of him that went 
 before. 
 
 Presently, as they were groping in the dark, they 
 heard a fearful scream, and then a crash, as of some one 
 falling into a pit. They called out, and asked, "What 
 is the matter? Where are we now?" 
 
 But the only answer they heard was a groaning in 
 the darkness. And now it began to rain ; and the 
 thunder and lightning were most dreadful. The water 
 also began to rise in the meadow, and they were fearful 
 lest they should be drowned. 
 
 "Oh, that I had kept in the right way!" groaned 
 Hopeful. 
 
 "But who would have thought that this path would 
 lead us astray?" said Christian. 
 
 "I was afraid of it at the first," said Hopeful, "and
 
 96 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 there I gave you a gentle hint. I would have spoken 
 plainer, but you are older than I." 
 
 "Well, good brother," said Christian, "I am truly 
 sorry that I have led you out of the way. Pray, for- 
 give me ; I did not intend wrong." 
 
 "Certainly, I forgive you," said Hopeful, "and I 
 believe that this shall be for our good." 
 
 "Let us go back again, and try to find the road," 
 said Christian. 
 
 "Yes, let us go ; but I will lead the way," said Hopeful. 
 
 "No, let me go first," said Christian. 
 
 "Indeed, I will go first," said Hopeful; "for you 
 might miss the way again." 
 
 Then they heard in the darkness a voice saying, 
 "Set thine heart toward the highway, even the way 
 which thou wentest." 
 
 But by this time the waters were risen very high, 
 and they were in great danger. They started bravely 
 back, however, feeling their way at every step. And 
 the flood was so high that nine or ten times they came 
 near being drowned. 
 
 At last, reaching the high ground, where there was a 
 little shelter, they crouched down in a dry place to rest. 
 And being very weary they fell asleep.
 
 GIANT DESPAIR 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that not far from the place 
 where the pilgrims lay, there was a castle called 
 Doubting Castle. The owner of that castle was Giant 
 Despair, and it was on his grounds that Christian 
 and Hopeful were now sleeping. 
 
 This giant, getting up in the morning early, went 
 out to walk in his fields ; and there he beheld the two 
 men asleep, being overwearied with struggling in the 
 storm. He beat with his club upon the ground, and 
 called out to them in a grim and surly voice : 
 
 "Wake up there, you ! Get up, I say I" 
 
 In much alarm, and scarcely knowing where they 
 were, they sprang to their feet and looked him in the face. 
 
 ' Who are you ? And why are you here, trespassing 
 on my grounds?" he gruffly asked. 
 
 DREAM STORY — 1 
 
 97
 
 98 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 They told him that they were pilgrims, and that they 
 had lost their way. 
 
 "Well," said the giant, "you have trespassed upon 
 my grounds, you have trampled upon and broken my 
 shrubbery, and therefore you must go with me to my 
 castle." 
 
 Then, with his great club in his hand, he drove them 
 before him up to the great door of his castle ; and he 
 put them into a very dark and loathsome dungeon, 
 where the light of the sun was never seen. There they 
 lay helpless for three days and nights, without one 
 bite of bread or drop of drink or any friend to ask them 
 how they did. 
 
 Now, Giant Despair had a wife, and her name was 
 Diffidence. In the evening he told her about the prison- 
 ers he had taken, and asked her what he should do with 
 them. 
 
 "Who are they ?" she asked ; "and whither are they 
 going?" 
 
 "They say they are pilgrims, and that they are bound 
 for the Celestial City," answered the giant. 
 
 "That is a likely story," said the woman. "To- 
 morrow morning, give them a good beating, and see 
 what they will say then."
 
 GIANT DESPAIR 99 
 
 So, as soon as he arose the next morning, he took his 
 crab-tree club and went down into the dungeon. 
 There he first began to abuse them by calling them all 
 sorts of wicked names ; but they made him no answer. 
 
 Then he fell upon them with his club and beat them 
 most savsgely until they fell upon the floor and were 
 not able to help themselves in the least. Having done 
 this, he left them alone in the darkness, to moan and 
 groan in their deep distress. And there they lay all 
 that day, expecting only to die. 
 
 In the evening the giant's wife asked him what he 
 had done with his prisoners. He told her that he had 
 beaten them without mercy, but that they were still 
 alive and groaning on the floor of the dungeon. 
 
 "Why don't you kill them at once?" she asked. 
 
 "Truly, that is what I should like to do," answered 
 Giant Despair; "but I don't dare to put myself in 
 danger of the law." 
 
 "Well, then, if I were you," said the woman, "I 
 would give them some knives and tell them to kill 
 themselves." 
 
 The giant was pleased with this advice, and early 
 the next morning he went down into the dungeon 
 again. He spoke to them in the same surly manner as
 
 100 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 before, and told them that they need never expect to 
 get out of that place alive. 
 
 "You had better make way with yourselves, and so 
 end your misery," he said. And with that, he placed 
 sharp knives and a bottle of poison on the floor beside 
 them. 
 
 But Christian answered him meekly: "We are sorry 
 that we trespassed upon your grounds ; and, indeed, we 
 should not have done so but for the darkness. If you 
 will kindly allow us to depart, we promise never to 
 trouble you again." 
 
 This pleasant speech put the giant into a terrible 
 rage. He rushed upon the helpless men and would 
 have killed them with his club ; but as he was going 
 to strike he fell into a fit and lost the use of his hand. 
 For in sunshiny weather he often had such fits. 
 
 When, by and by, he came to himself, he arose and 
 left the dungeon quietly. And the pilgrims sat on the 
 floor, and asked each other what they should do. 
 
 "Here we shall indeed perish," said Christian, "for 
 there is no one to help us." 
 
 "Do you remember how brave you were in other 
 places?" asked Hopeful. "Think how you fought 
 with Apollyon. Think how you faced the terrors of
 
 GIANT DESPAIR 101 
 
 the Valley of the Shadow of Death. Think how you 
 played the man at Vanity Fair, and feared neither 
 chain nor cage nor bloody death. So, let us bear up 
 with what patience we can." 
 
 The next morning the giant went down into the 
 dungeon again. There he found his two prisoners not 
 only alive but somewhat stronger than before, and the 
 sight of them roused his anger again. 
 
 "What! Still alive?" he said gruffly. 
 
 Then he opened a little window in the wall of the dun- 
 geon and showed them the yard of the castle. It was 
 strown with white bones and skulls, and was indeed a 
 dreadful place to look into. 
 
 "Do you see those bones?" said Giant Despair. 
 "They are bones of men who were once pilgrims as you 
 are. They trespassed upon my grounds and I tore 
 them in pieces, just as I shall tear you when I am 
 ready." 
 
 Then he gave them another beating and left them in 
 a worse state than before. 
 
 "It is strange how much they can endure," he said 
 to his wife. "You would think that with all the beat- 
 ings I have given them, and with all my advice, they 
 would have come to an end before now."
 
 102 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "I am afraid that they are expecting some one to 
 come and help them," answered the woman. "Or per- 
 haps they have pick-locks in their pockets, and hope to 
 open the doors with them and escape." 
 
 "Well, I never thought of that," said the giant. 
 "To-morrow morning I will search them." 
 
 Now, a little before day, Christian sprang up quickly 
 and cried out, "What a fool I am ! Here I am lying 
 in this dungeon when I might as well be walking at 
 liberty. I have a key here in my bosom. It is called 
 Promise, and I'm quite sure it will open any lock in 
 Doubting Castle." 
 
 "That's good news, brother," said Hopeful. "Try 
 it, and let us see what it will do." 
 
 Christian took the key from his bosom and began to 
 try at the dungeon door. Quickly the bolts moved 
 back, and the door opened. 
 
 Then Christian and Hopeful both went out; and 
 when they had come to the outer door of the castle, 
 they unlocked that also. 
 
 They crossed the courtyard softly, and came to the 
 great iron gate. Christian fitted the key into the lock, 
 but it took all his strength to turn it. At length they 
 pushed the gate open ; but it made such a creaking
 
 GIANT DESPAIR 103 
 
 on its hinges that Giant Despair heard it, and came 
 rushing out in pursuit of his prisoners. 
 
 But when he had nearly overtaken them he fell into 
 another fit, and they escaped him. So they went on 
 until they came to the stile ; and having climbed it, 
 they were again in the King's highway, and so were 
 safe once more. 
 
 "I hope no other pilgrims will ever fall into the 
 hands of that giant," said Hopeful. 
 
 "But they may do so," answered Christian. "The 
 stile is easy to climb, and the grounds by the castle 
 are very inviting." 
 
 "Let us put up a sign to warn those who may come 
 after us," said Hopeful. 
 
 So they set up a pillar close by the stile ; and upon 
 one side of the pillar they wrote these words : 
 
 Over this Stile 
 
 is the way to 
 
 DOUBTING CASTLE 
 
 which is kept by 
 
 GIANT DESPAIR 
 
 who despises the King of the Celestial Country, 
 
 and seeks to destroy his 
 
 HOLY PILGRIMS.
 
 104 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Having put up this warning, they went again upon 
 their way ; and as they went they sang, 
 
 "We wandered from the King's highway 
 To seek an easier road ; 
 But wandering thus, we came unto 
 A giant's grim abode. 
 
 « 
 
 "O Pilgrims, who may follow us, 
 We bid you walk with care, 
 Lest you like us do fall into 
 The power of Giant Despair."
 
 THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the pilgrims came 
 at length to the Delectable Mountains. These 
 are the mountains which belong to the Lord of the 
 Celestial Land, and which Christian had seen afar 
 off when at the House Beautiful. 
 
 Very joyfully did the two weary ones go up into these 
 mountains. And there they beheld the gardens and 
 orchards, the vineyards and fountains of water. There 
 also they drank and washed themselves ; and they ate 
 freely of the grapes of the vineyard. 
 
 Now there were on the tops of these mountains shep- 
 herds feeding their flocks, and they stood by the side 
 of the highway. The pilgrims, therefore, as they came 
 up, were fain to speak with them. So they stopped and 
 
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 10G JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 rested, each leaning upon his staff, as weary pilgrims 
 do when talking with any one on the road. 
 
 "Whose Delectable Mountains are these?" asked 
 Christian. 
 
 The eldest of the shepherds answered, "They belong 
 to Immanuel, the Lord of the Celestial Land, and they 
 are within sight of his city. These sheep are also his, 
 and he loves them." 
 
 " Is this the way to the Celestial City ? " asked Hopeful. 
 
 "The way you are in is the right way," answered the 
 shepherd. 
 
 "How far is it thither?" 
 
 "It is too far for any but those who will surely get 
 there." 
 
 "Is the way safe or dangerous?" 
 
 "It is safe for those who deserve to be safe, but 
 dangerous to the unworthy." 
 
 Then the shepherds, whose names were Knowledge, 
 Experience, Watchful, and Sincere, took them by the 
 hand and welcomed them to the Delectable Mountains. 
 They led them to their tent and gave them food and 
 drink. 
 
 "Now stay with us a while, and let us become ac- 
 quainted," they said.
 
 They walked a While and saw Many Wonderful Views " 
 
 107
 
 108 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 So the pilgrims tarried with them, and slept in their 
 tent that night ; for they were very weary. 
 
 In the morning the shepherds called Christian and 
 Hopeful, and asked them to walk out a little way upon 
 the mountains. So they walked a while, and saw many 
 wonderful views. 
 
 They saw in the distance a dreadful hill called Error. 
 The sides of it were very steep, and the shepherds said 
 that many a man had tried to climb to its top and had 
 perished. 
 
 Then the shepherds led them to the summit of a hill 
 called Caution ; and there they saw a path which led 
 straight down to Doubting Castle and the grounds of 
 Giant Despair. 
 
 At last they led them to a very high hill called Clear. 
 "From this spot we will show you the gates of the 
 Celestial City," they said. 
 
 Now the eldest of the shepherds, whose name was 
 Knowledge, had a wonderful spyglass in which things 
 that are far away appear as very close at hand. He 
 put this spyglass into Christian's hands and bade him 
 look through it, if indeed he had the skill to do so. 
 
 Christian put it to his eye and looked ; and after 
 him Hopeful did likewise. But their hearts were so
 
 THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS 109 
 
 moved by what they had already been told that their 
 hands shook and they could not look steadily through 
 the glass. They thought, however, that they saw 
 something like a gate, and also some of the glory of the 
 place. 
 
 After this they returned to the shepherds' tent, and 
 there they refreshed themselves for their journey. And 
 when they were ready to depart, the kind shepherds 
 went a little way with them, and taking them by the 
 hand, bade them farewell. 
 
 "I give you a pocket map of the way," said Knowl- 
 edge. ." Whenever you are in doubt, look at it." 
 
 "Beware of the Flatterer," said Experience. 
 
 "Take heed that you do not sleep in the Enchanted 
 Land," said Watchful. 
 
 "God speed you on your way," said Sincere. 
 
 Then, turning, the shepherds went back to their 
 sheep, and the pilgrims went on their way.
 
 THE FLATTERER 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the two pilgrims went 
 down the mountain along the King's highway. 
 Near the foot of the mountain they saw a crooked little 
 lane which opened into the highway ; and as they were 
 wondering whither it led, they saw a finger board at 
 the side of it on which was written 
 
 THIS WAY LIETH THE LAND OF CONCEIT 
 
 While they were reading the sign, a very brisk young 
 man came down the lane into the highway. 
 
 "Good morning, strangers," said he. "Whither are 
 you going?" 
 
 "We are on our way to the Celestial City," answered 
 Christian. " Who are you, and whither are you bound ? " 
 
 "People call me Ignorance," answered the young 
 
 no
 
 THE FLATTERER 111 
 
 man, "though I don't know why I should have that 
 name. I have come out of the Land of Conceit, and 
 I, too, am going to the Celestial City." 
 
 "Do you think you will get into the city?" asked 
 Christian. 
 
 "Well, I don't know," answered Ignorance. "Other 
 good people get in, and I think I can do so." 
 
 "Why didn't you come into the highway through the 
 wicket gate?" asked Hopeful. 
 
 "The wicket gate is a long way from our country," 
 answered the young man. "And indeed, what is the 
 use of a wicket gate when one can come in by way of a 
 pleasant green lane like this?" 
 
 Then the pilgrims walked onward, and Ignorance 
 followed them a long way, calling to them now and 
 then to ask a question. 
 
 They went on till they came to a place where another 
 road joined itself to the King's highway. It seemed 
 as straight and as well-built as the highway itself ; and 
 they were not sure which was the right road and which 
 was the w T rong. 
 
 As they stood, uncertain which way to go, a man 
 dark of skin but wearing a snow-w T hite robe came up 
 with them.
 
 112 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Well, my worthy friends," said he, "whither are 
 you journeying?" 
 
 "We are journeying to the Celestial City," answered 
 Christian. "But these two roads are so nearly alike 
 that we know not which to take." 
 
 "I am going thither," said the man, "and I know the 
 way very well. If you will follow me, I will be your 
 guide." 
 
 So they followed him. But he led them by a way 
 which after a while began to turn a little and a little 
 away from the city. It kept turning until in time their 
 faces looked away from the Celestial Land ; yet they 
 kept on following him. 
 
 "You are very wise men," said the stranger, "and 
 there is no one who can walk with surer steps than you." 
 
 But after a time they found themselves caught in 
 a net. The net was so tangled about them that they 
 could not get out. Then the white robe fell off the 
 dark man's back, and they saw where they were. 
 
 They lay struggling and helpless for some time. 
 "Now," said Christian, "I see my error. We have 
 been following the Flatterer. For is it not written that 
 'he that flattereth his neighbor spreadeth a net for his 
 feet'?"
 
 THE FLATTERER 113 
 
 "Didn't the shepherds warn us against this fellow?" 
 said Hopeful. "And didn't they give us a pocket map 
 of the way?" 
 
 Thus they lay bewailing and blaming themselves in 
 the net. 
 
 After a long time they looked up and saw a Shining 
 One coming towards them with a whip of cords in his 
 hand. He came up and asked them who they were 
 and how they came to be there. 
 
 "We are pilgrims to the Celestial City," answered 
 Christian ; "but we were led out of our way by a dark 
 man clothed in white. He told us to follow him, for 
 he knew the way." 
 
 "The dark man was Flatterer in the garb of an 
 angel of light," said the Shining One ; and he cut the net 
 to pieces and set the men free. 
 
 "Now follow me," said he, "and I will set you in 
 your way again." 
 
 So he led them back to the King's highway. Then 
 he asked them sharply, 
 
 " Did you not stay a little while with the shepherds 
 on the Delectable Mountains?" 
 
 They answered, "We did." 
 
 "And did not one of the shepherds give you a pocket 
 
 DREAM STORY 8
 
 114 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 map on which was shown every part of the King's 
 highway?" 
 
 "He did," answered Christian. 
 
 "Did you, when you were uncertain, look at this 
 map and read the directions that are printed upon it?" 
 
 "Alas, no!" they both answered. 
 
 "Why?" 
 
 "We forgot about it." 
 
 "Did the shepherds warn you against any person?" 
 
 "Yes, against the Flatterer. But this man talked so 
 pleasantly that we did not imagine it was he." 
 
 Then the Shining One bade them lie down upon the 
 ground ; and he whipped them sorely with his whip of 
 cords. "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten," 
 he said. 
 
 Then he raised them up, and bade them go on their 
 way; and they thanked him for his kindness and 
 went softly along the right road, rejoicing that their 
 faces were once more set towards the Celestial Land.
 
 THE ENCHANTED LAND 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that they went till they 
 came into a certain country where the air was such 
 as to make them feel very drowsy. The soft breezes, 
 which scarcely stirred the leaves, were laden with sweet 
 perfumes, and the mossy banks in the shade of the trees 
 invited to rest. 
 
 Then Hopeful began to be very dull and heavy of 
 sleep. And he said to Christian, "I can scarcely hold 
 open my eyes, I am so drowsy ; let us lie down here 
 and take a short nap." 
 
 But Christian answered, "Let us do no such thing, 
 lest sleeping, we never wake again !" 
 
 "Why so, my brother?" said Hopeful. "Sleep is 
 sweet to the weary traveler and to the laboring man. 
 A little nap might greatly refreshen us." 
 
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 116 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Listen to me, Hopeful," said Christian. "Do you 
 not remember that one of the shepherds warned us to 
 beware of falling asleep in the Enchanted Land? 
 Therefore, let us keep awake and watch, lest evil 
 befall us." 
 
 "You are right, brother," said Hopeful. "If I had 
 been here alone I should have given up to sleep, and 
 perhaps I should have been in danger of death. The 
 wise man was right when he said, 'Two are better 
 than one.' " 
 
 "Well," said Christian, "let us by all means keep 
 awake ; and to drive away this drowsiness, let us talk 
 with each other about our journey and the place whither 
 we are bound." 
 
 "With all my heart," said Hopeful. 
 
 So they walked on, and as they walked they talked. 
 But the air was heavy, and there was ever a sound of 
 sweet music in their ears, which, if they had listened to, 
 would have lulled them to sleep. Yet as often as Hope- 
 ful showed signs of drowsiness, Christian would shake 
 him a little and cry, 
 
 "Wake up, brother!" 
 
 Then they would walk onward, sweetly conversing 
 about the things that were uppermost in their minds ;
 
 THE ENCHANTED LAND 117 
 
 and by and by, when Christian himself began to be 
 overcome, Hopeful in his turn would cry, 
 
 "Wake up, brother!" 
 
 Thus they walked onward, cheering and comforting 
 and warning each other, until they were safely through 
 the Enchanted Land.
 
 THE LAND OF BEULAH 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the pilgrims went 
 on, and by and by entered into the country of 
 Beulah. This was indeed a pleasant land and a 
 healthful one. For the air was very sweet, and the 
 sun shone night and day. 
 
 There they heard always the singing of birds; they 
 saw every day the flowers blooming in wood and field ; 
 they heard the cooing of turtle doves and the songs of 
 running brooks. 
 
 So in this land the pilgrims tarried a while and sol- 
 aced themselves. For the Land of Beulah is beyond 
 the Valley of the Shadow of Death. It is also out of 
 reach of Giant Despair, and Doubting Castle cannot 
 so much as be seen from its hilltops. 
 
 But the pilgrims were here within sight of the city 
 
 118
 
 THE LAND OF BEULAH 119 
 
 they were going to ; and as they rested themselves, 
 some of the people of that city came out to see them. 
 For in this land the Shining Ones came often to walk, 
 because it was on the borders of the Celestial Country. 
 
 Here the pilgrims had no want of corn and wine; 
 for in this place was an abundance of all the things they 
 had sought in their pilgrimage. And as they walked 
 onward, their joy became greater, day by day. Then, 
 as they drew nearer the city, they began to have a 
 more perfect view of it. 
 
 They saw that it was builded of pearls and precious 
 stones, and that the streets were paved with gold. 
 Then, as they beheld somewhat of its natural glory and 
 the sunbeams that enlightened it, Christian could 
 scarcely wait to enter it. His desire was so great that 
 he fell sick; and Hopeful also had a fit of the same 
 disease. 
 
 Therefore, they lay for a while in the Land of Beulah, 
 looking wistfully over towards the Celestial Gate, and 
 crying out because of their great desire. But after a 
 time, being better able to hold themselves, they arose 
 and went on. They went on and came yet nearer and 
 nearer, where were orchards and vineyards and beau- 
 tiful gardens.
 
 120 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Now as they passed these places, they saw the 
 gardener standing in the way. They asked him, 
 "Whose goodly vineyards and gardens are these?" 
 
 'They are the King's," he answered. "They are 
 planted here for his own delight and for the solace of 
 pilgrims." 
 
 Then he led them into the vineyards and bade them 
 refresh themselves with the dainty fruit that hung 
 clustering on the vines. He showed them also the 
 King's walks, and the pleasant arbors where he delighted 
 to be. And here they tarried a while and slept. And 
 sweet dreams came to them in their sleep, and they 
 talked aloud of the joys that were in store for them. 
 
 In the morning when they awoke they turned their 
 steps once more towards the city. But the sunbeams 
 which rested upon it were so extremely glorious that 
 they could not look that way with open face. So, 
 as they went, they had need to look through glasses 
 that had been made for that purpose. 
 
 Then I saw, as they went on, that two men in shin- 
 ing raiment came forth to meet them ; and the faces 
 of these men shone as the light. These men asked the 
 pilgrims whence they came; and they told them. 
 They asked them where they had lodged ; and they told
 
 THE LAND OF BEULAH 121 
 
 them. They asked them what dangers they had met 
 and what difficulties they had overcome ; and they told 
 them. 
 
 "There are still two difficulties which you must sur- 
 mount, and then you will be in the city," said the men. 
 
 "Will you not walk with us until we come to our 
 journey's end?" asked Christian and Hopeful. 
 
 "That we will do," answered the men; "but it is 
 by your own faith that you must go on in safety to the 
 Celestial Gate."
 
 THE RIVER OF DREAD 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that they went on to- 
 gether until they came in sight of the gate. I 
 further saw that between them and the gate there 
 was a river and there was no bridge to go over ; and 
 the river was very deep. 
 
 When the pilgrims came to this river, they were much 
 disheartened ; but the men who were with them said, 
 "You must go through, or you cannot get to the 
 gate." 
 
 Christian was greatly cast down by this answer, 
 and began to wish that he might draw back and escape. 
 But Hopeful took him by the hand and cheered him 
 with comforting words. Then as they came to the 
 water's edge, they asked the men how deep the river 
 was. 
 
 122
 
 THE RIVER OF DREAD 123 
 
 "You will find it deeper or shallower, as you put 
 your trust in the King," was the answer. 
 
 So they stepped in. Then Christian felt himself 
 beginning to sink, and he cried out, "0 Hopeful, my 
 friend, I sink in deep waters. The billows go over my 
 head ; the waves cover me !" 
 
 # 
 
 But Hopeful answered, "Be of good cheer, my 
 brother ! My feet are on the bottom, and it is good." 
 
 Still Christian cried out in his despair, " I shall perish 
 in this river. I shall never see the Celestial Land — 
 the land of milk and honey." 
 
 Hopeful, therefore, had much ado to keep his 
 brother's head above water. Indeed, sometimes he 
 would be quite gone down ; and in a little while he 
 would rise up again half dead. 
 
 But all the time, Hopeful tried to cheer him. 
 "Brother, I see the gate," he said. "I see the men 
 standing by to welcome us." 
 
 "It is you for whom they wait," answered Christian. 
 "They wait for you and not me. You have been 
 Hopeful ever since I knew you." 
 
 "And so have you," answered Hopeful. "Remem- 
 ber how you have kept your face turned always 
 toward the Celestial Land."
 
 124 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 Then I saw in my dream that Christian was silent 
 for a time as though in deep thought. And Hopeful 
 said, " Be of good cheer. We shall soon be on the other 
 side. I see the Prince of the Celestial Land." 
 
 "I see him, too," cried Christian; "and he tells 
 me, 'When thou passest through the waters, I will 
 be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not 
 overflow thee.'" 
 
 Soon the water became shallower, and Christian 
 found the bottom good ground to walk upon. So they 
 went on, cheerfully and with hopeful hearts ; and thus 
 they got over.
 
 THE END OF THE JOURNEY 
 
 ri^HEN I saw in my dream that the pilgrims being 
 
 T 
 
 come out of the water, two Shining Ones met 
 them and saluted them. And all went walking along 
 together towards the gate. 
 
 Now the city stood upon a mighty hill, but the pil- 
 grims went up with ease ; for the Shining Ones led 
 them and helped them. They had also left their heavy 
 garments behind in the river ; for though they went in 
 with them, they came out without them. 
 
 So they went up lightly and with speed, though 
 the city was higher than the clouds. They went up 
 through the clear air, talking sweetly as they went; 
 for they were comforted because they had safely 
 crossed the river and were being led by such glorious 
 companions. 
 
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 126 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 The Shining Ones talked to them on the way and 
 told them about the beauty and the grandeur of the 
 place. 'You are now going," they said, "to the para- 
 dise of our Lord. There you shall see the tree of life 
 and eat of its never-fading fruits. There you shall be 
 clothed with glory and with majesty ; and there you 
 shall see the King as he is. There your friends will 
 meet you, even those who have come before ; and you 
 shall with joy receive every one that follows into the 
 holy place after you." 
 
 Now as they were drawing near the gate, a great 
 company came out to meet them. And the two Shin- 
 ing Ones said, "These are the men that have loved our 
 Lord and have left all for his sake. He has sent us 
 to fetch them, and we have brought them thus far on 
 their journey." 
 
 Then there was a great shout of welcome ; and the 
 King's trumpeters saluted them with music loud and 
 sweet. And the great company surrounded them on 
 every side. Some went before, some behind, and all 
 walked on together towards the gate. 
 
 But before they came to it, they had another view of 
 the city itself ; and the pilgrims thought that they heard 
 the bells therein ringing sweetly to welcome them.
 
 THE END OF THE JOURNEY 127 
 
 And so they went on, and the watchmen at the gate 
 looked over and saw them and asked who they were. 
 
 "These pilgrims," answered a Shining One, "are 
 come from the City of Destruction for the love that 
 they bear to the King of this place." 
 
 Then Christian and Hopeful gave their passports 
 to the keepers of the gate ; and the command was given 
 that they should enter. 
 
 Now I saw in my dream that these two men went in 
 at the gate : and lo, they were transfigured, and they 
 had raiment put on that shone like gold. Then I 
 heard all the bells in the city ring out for joy ; and a 
 voice sweeter than any earthly music said unto them 
 "Enter ye into the joy of your Lord." 
 
 So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.
 
 THE CONCLUSION 
 
 NOW, Reader, I have told my dream to thee ; 
 See if thou canst interpret it to me, 
 Or to thyself, or neighbor ; but take heed 
 Of misinterpreting ; for that, instead 
 Of doing good, will but thyself abuse : 
 By misinterpreting, evil ensues. . . . 
 What of my dross thou findest here, be bold 
 To throw away ; but yet preserve the gold. 
 What if my gold be wrapped up in ore ? — 
 None throws away the apple for the core. 
 But if thou shalt cast all away as vain, 
 I know not but 'twill make me dream again. 
 
 — John Bunyan. 
 
 128
 
 THE 
 
 PILGRIM'S PROGRESS 
 
 FROM THIS WORLD TO THAT WHICH IS 
 
 TO COME 
 
 Delivered under the Similitude of 
 a Dream 
 
 THE SECOND PART 
 
 129
 
 THE DIVISIONS OF THE SECOND PART 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Authok's Way 133 
 
 Introductory Paragraph 135 
 
 The Departure 137 
 
 At the Wicket Gate 142 
 
 The House of the Interpreter 147 
 
 Greatheart 153 
 
 At the House Beautiful 159 
 
 Through the Valley of Humiliation .... 166 
 
 Through the Valley of the Shadow .... 170 
 
 The New Town of Vanity 176 
 
 Doubting Castle 180 
 
 In Peril in the Enchanted Ground .... 186 
 
 Rest in the Land of Beulah 193 
 
 Envoy « 198 
 
 131
 
 THE AUTHOR'S WAY 
 
 OF SENDING FORTH HIS SECOND PART OF THE PILGRIM 
 
 GO now, my little book, to every place 
 Where my first Pilgrim has but shown his face, 
 Call at the door. If any say, " Who's there ? " 
 Then answer thou, " Christiana is here." 
 If they bid thee come in, then enter thou, 
 With all thy boys ; and then, as thou know'st how, 
 Tell who they are, also from whence they came ; 
 Perhaps they know them by their looks or name. 
 
 But, if they should not, ask them yet again 
 If formerly they did not entertain 
 One Christian, a Pilgrim. If they say 
 They did, and were delighted in his way, 
 Then let them know, that those related were 
 Unto him ; yea his wife and children are. 
 
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 134 THE DIVISIONS OF THE SECOND PART 
 
 Tell them that they have left their house and home, 
 Are turned Pilgrims, seek a world to come ; 
 That they have met with hardships in the way, 
 That they do meet with troubles, night and day ; 
 Yea, tell them of the next, who have, 
 Of love of pilgrimage, been stout and brave 
 Defenders of that way, and how they still 
 Refuse this world, to do their Father's will. 
 
 Go, tell them also of those dainty things, 
 That pilgrimage unto the Pilgrim brings. 
 Let them acquainted be, too, how they are 
 Beloved of their King, under his care. 
 What goodly mansions he for them provides, 
 Though they meet with rough winds and swelling 
 
 tides ; 
 How brave a calm they will enjoy at last, 
 Who to their Lord, and by his ways hold fast. 
 
 Perhaps with heart and hand they will embrace 
 Thee, as they did my firstling, and will grace 
 Thee and thy fellows with such cheer and fare, 
 As show that they of Pilgrims lovers are. 
 
 — John Bunyan.
 
 Some time ago I told you of my dream about Christian the 
 Pilgrim, and of his dangerous journey to the Celestial Country; 
 and the telling of it was pleasing to me and I hope profitable to 
 you. Now, not long ago, I went down again towards that 
 place wherein there is a Den ; and having taken up my lodgings 
 in a wood near by, I slept and dreamed again. 
 
 135
 
 " Christiana and her Boys went out hopefully ' 
 
 136
 
 THE DEPARTURE 
 
 I THOUGHT that I saw in my dream the little 
 house in the City of Destruction, which had once 
 been Christian's home. In that house sat Christian's 
 wife, her eyes full of brinish tears and her mind 
 burdened with many grievous thoughts. 
 
 Then, as she moaned and wept, she said to her chil- 
 dren, "Sons, we are all undone. Your father is gone 
 to the Celestial Land. He would have had us with 
 him, but I would not go. And now we are left alone 
 in this place with no one to comfort us." 
 
 With that the boys fell all into tears, and cried out 
 to go after their father. 
 
 "Oh, that we had gone with him !" cried Christiana, 
 for that was her name. "Oh. that we had shared 
 
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 138 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 his burden and his perils, for then had it fared well with 
 us." 
 
 Then all wept and cried out, "Oh, woe worth the 
 day!" 
 
 In the morning when they were up and still feeling 
 very sorrowful, they heard some one knocking hard at 
 the door. 
 
 "If thou comest in God's name, come in," said 
 Christiana. 
 
 So he opened the door and came in, saying, "Peace 
 be to this house/' 
 
 Christiana saw that he was a messenger, and her 
 heart waxed warm, for she hoped that he brought news 
 of her husband. 
 
 Then he said to her, "My name is Secret, and I 
 dwell with those that are high. I have come from the 
 Lord of the Celestial Land to tell thee that he is will- 
 ing to receive thee. He invites thee to come to his 
 table, and he will feed thee with the fat of his house. 
 Thy husband is already there, and he will be glad to 
 hear the sound of thy feet." 
 
 At this the good woman was quite overcome, and 
 she cried out, "Sir, I am ready to go. Will you carry 
 me and my children with you?"
 
 THE DEPARTURE 139 
 
 Then answered the messenger, "Christiana, the bitter 
 is before the sweet. You must pass through troubles, 
 as Christian did, before you can enter the Celestial 
 City. Follow the light which you see dimly in the 
 distance. Go to the wicket gate. Keep to the straight 
 and narrow way." 
 
 Having said this, the messenger bade her farewell, 
 and Christiana called her sons together. 
 
 "Come, my children," she said, "let us pack up 
 and be off to the gate that leads to the Celestial 
 Land." 
 
 When the children heard this, they danced for joy, 
 for they longed to follow in the footsteps of their father. 
 So all made haste to get ready for the journey. 
 
 But just as they were about to be gone, two women 
 who were neighbors of Christiana came up to the house 
 and knocked at the door. And when they saw the 
 mother and the boys all ready to set out from their 
 home, they were much surprised. 
 
 "Indeed, indeed, what is the meaning of this?" 
 asked one of them, whose name was Mrs. Timorous. 
 
 "We are going on a journey," answered Christiana. 
 
 "A journey! Where to, I pray you?" cried Mrs. 
 Timorous.
 
 140 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Even to go after my good husband," said Chris- 
 tiana ; and with that she began to weep. 
 
 "I'm afraid you'll be sorry for it," said Mrs. Timor- 
 ous. "Only think of the perils in your way. Think 
 of your four little boys, and remember that the safest 
 place is at home." 
 
 "Tempt me not, my neighbor," answered Christiana. 
 " I have fully made up my mind, and nothing can turn 
 me back." 
 
 "Fool ! fool !" said Mrs. Timorous, and she mocked 
 Christiana and spoke many bitter words to her. Then 
 she turned to the other young woman and said," Come, 
 Mercy, let us go home. She will have her own way, 
 and so let her suffer as she deserves." 
 
 But Mercy's kind heart was touched at the thought 
 of parting with Christiana. So she answered Mrs. 
 Timorous, and said, "Nay, I think I will walk a little 
 way with her and the boys. The day is bright and 
 fair, and I will help them to get well started on their 
 journey." 
 
 "Ha!" said Mrs. Timorous. "You want to go a 
 fooling, too, do you ? But take heed in time, and be 
 wise. While we are out of danger, we are out; but 
 when we are in, we are in."
 
 THE DEPARTURE 141 
 
 Then Mrs. Timorous returned to her own house. 
 And Christiana and her boys went out hopefully and 
 began their journey. And the sweet-faced maiden 
 whose name was Mercy went with them. 
 
 " I will be your companion even to the wicket gate 
 and as much farther as the King will permit me to go," 
 she said.
 
 AT THE WICKET GATE 
 
 "1VT W I saw in my dream that they went onward 
 -*-^ over the plain in the way which Christian had 
 gone before them. The way was rough and uneven, 
 and they often grew tired ; but Mercy was ever at 
 hand to cheer and comfort them, and oftentimes she 
 took the youngest child in her arms and carried him. 
 
 They came, by and by, to the great bog, the Slough 
 of Despond, and it was even more miry than it had 
 been when Christian fell into it. But they must 
 needs get across it ; and Christiana sank deep in the 
 mud more than once or twice. Mercy also came near 
 sticking in the oozy mire. But the boys, being quick of 
 feet and light of heart, went over without knowing that 
 any bog was there. 
 
 So they went on until presently they came to the 
 
 142
 
 AT THE WICKET GATE 14H 
 
 wicket gate. Then as they stood before it they began 
 to wonder how they should get through. They saw 
 the words written above it, "Knock and it shall be 
 opened unto you." But which of them should do the 
 knocking ? 
 
 At last Christiana ventured to knock. She knocked 
 and knocked and knocked, just as her poor husband 
 had done. Then, from within, they heard a dog 
 barking. It was a large dog, too, and the women and 
 children were much afraid. 
 
 What should they do? They were afraid to knock 
 again. They were afraid to run back, lest they should 
 offend the King. They were afraid to stand still and 
 wait. 
 
 After a time, Christiana went up, trembling, and 
 knocked again. Then the keeper of the gate came, and 
 having opened the wicket, he asked, "Who is there? " 
 
 Christiana answered him truthfully, "I am the 
 wife of Christian who once did pass this way, and these 
 are his children and mine. We would fain journey 
 onward, through this gate, to the Celestial City." 
 
 Then the keeper took her by the hand and led her 
 in. He also lifted the boys over the threshold and 
 brought them through the gate.
 
 144 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Suffer little children to come unto me," he said, 
 and with that, he shut the wicket. 
 
 Now all this while, Mercy stood outside, trembling 
 and crying ; neither did she venture to make herself 
 known. When Christiana saw that the maiden had 
 been left behind, she began to intercede for her. "I 
 have a dear friend who is waiting outside," she said. 
 "She is on the same errand as myself; but she had 
 not the courage to come in, seeing that no one has 
 invited her." 
 
 At that moment a sudden knocking at the gate was 
 heard. It was so loud that it startled those who were 
 within. 
 
 "Who is there?" cried the keeper. 
 
 And Christiana answered, "It must be my friend." 
 
 So he opened the gate and looked out. But 
 Mercy had fainted and had fallen upon the ground ; 
 for she was afraid that no gate would be opened 
 to her, and the barking of the dog filled her with 
 alarm. 
 
 Then the keeper took her by the hand and lifted her 
 up. And when she had revived a little, he led her 
 gently in and welcomed her to the place. So now all 
 were safe on the safe side of the wicket gate ; and while
 
 AT THE WICKET GATE 145 
 
 the keeper was going about his duties, they began to 
 rejoice. 
 
 "How glad I am that we are here !" said Christiana. 
 
 "So may we all well be," said Mercy, "but I have 
 indeed cause to leap for joy/' 
 
 "When I heard that savage dog, I feared that we were 
 indeed lost," said Christiana. " I had scarcely strength 
 enough to knock." 
 
 "It was the same way with myself," said Mercy. 
 "I came near losing all hope." 
 
 " I marvel in my heart why the keeper has such an 
 ugly cur," said Christiana. "Had I known it, I would 
 never have had the courage to come near the gate. 
 But now that we are in, we are in, and I am glad." 
 
 "Well, the next time he comes near us, I will ask 
 him why he keeps such a filthy beast in his yard," 
 said Mercy. 
 
 "Yes, do!" cried all the boys; "and persuade him 
 to kill the ugly thing. We are afraid he will bite us 
 when we go out." 
 
 ; So, presently, when the keeper came again by the 
 place where they were resting, Mercy asked him, 
 "Good sir, why do you keep that cruel dog in your 
 yard ? We are all much afraid of him." 
 
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 146 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 The keeper answered, "The dog is not mine, neither 
 is he in my yard. He belongs to the castle which you 
 see near by, and the castle yard comes quite close to 
 the gate. He has frightened many honest pilgrims by 
 his barking ; but he cannot get to them to harm them." 
 
 "We are glad of that," said the boys. 
 
 Then Christiana began to talk of their journey, 
 and to inquire after the way. So the keeper of the 
 gate brought them water to wash their feet ; he set a 
 table before them and gave them nourishing food ; 
 and when they had eaten and were refreshed, he showed 
 them the narrow way which Christian had followed 
 before them. 
 
 "This is the King's highway," he said. "Be sure 
 that you do not wander from it." 
 
 So they thanked him for all his kindness, and he 
 bade them Godspeed on their journey.
 
 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Christiana and 
 Mercy, with the four boys, went onward in the 
 way they had been shown, and the weather was very 
 comfortable to them. 
 
 They had gone only a little distance from the wicket 
 gate when they saw a pleasant orchard on one side of 
 the road. It was full of trees bearing all manner of 
 beautiful fruit, and some of these trees grew so close 
 to the highway that their branches overhung the wall. 
 
 So, as they were walking along, they saw on the 
 ground many ripe apples which had fallen from the 
 branches. These apples being mellow and sweet, 
 the boys picked up not a few and did eat some of them 
 as they went. But soon they began to feel sick, and all 
 day long they suffered pain and were sorry. 
 
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 148 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Well, my sons," said Christiana, "the fruit was not 
 yours, and you should not have touched it." But 
 she did not know that the orchard belonged to the 
 giant owner of the castle. If she had, she would have 
 been filled with fear. 
 
 So they went on until they came to the Interpreter's 
 house, and there Christiana knocked as she had done 
 at the gate before. Now when she had knocked, there 
 came to the door a maid whose name was Innocent. 
 The maid opened the door and looked ; and behold two 
 women were there. 
 
 "What is it that you wish here?" she asked. 
 
 Christiana answered, "We are pilgrims, and we have 
 been told we would find a friendly welcome here. 
 The day, as you see, is far spent, and we cannot well 
 go farther to-night." 
 
 "Pray, what is your name, that I may tell it to my 
 master ? " said Innocent. 
 
 "My name is Christiana, and I am the wife of Chris- 
 tian, who passed this way some time ago. These four 
 boys are his sons and mine, and this maiden is my 
 young friend, Mercy, who is going with us on this 
 pilgrimage." 
 
 Then Innocent ran joyfully into the house and cried
 
 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 149 
 
 out, "Only think who is at the door ! It is Christiana 
 and her children and her companion, and they wait to 
 be lodged and entertained here to-night." 
 
 Then the Interpreter himself went to the door and 
 welcomed them. 
 
 "Come in, thou faithful one," he said. "Come, 
 children, come in. Come, maiden, come in." 
 
 So he led them into the great room of the house, and 
 bade them sit down and rest. And all who were of the 
 household came in to see them : and one smiled, and 
 another smiled, and all smiled for joy. 
 
 Now, while supper was being made ready, the In- 
 terpreter took them into the different rooms and showed 
 them the moving pictures and the other wonderful 
 things which he had shown to Christian some time 
 before. They saw the two children, Patience and 
 Passion, and the man in the cage, and the man and his 
 dream, and other instructive and curious things. 
 
 The Interpreter took them also into a room where 
 there was a man with his eyes always turned towards the 
 ground. This man had a muck rake in his hands, and 
 he did nothing but rake to himself the straws and the 
 sticks and the dust of the earth. But above his head 
 there was a golden crown, which he might have taken
 
 150 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 and worn had he only looked upward and desired the 
 best gifts. 
 
 "Straws and sticks and dust are the great things 
 which many people now spend their time in raking 
 together," said the Interpreter. 
 
 Then he led them into the largest room of the house, 
 and a very brave room it was. "Tell me what you see 
 here," he said. 
 
 They looked round and round, but there was noth- 
 ing to be seen but a big spider on the wall. 
 
 "I see nothing," said Mercy. 
 
 "Look again," said the Interpreter. 
 
 "Well, I see an ugly spider hanging on the wall," 
 answered Mercy. 
 
 "Yes, and this spider teaches us a lesson," said the 
 Interpreter. "For is it not written, 'The spider taketh 
 hold with her hands, and is in kings' palaces'? So 
 there are bad and loathly things even in the highest 
 places." 
 
 Then he led them into the barnyard and showed the 
 boys a brood of chickens drinking at a trough. And 
 he told them how the mother hen cared for them and 
 called them as she had need. 
 
 "She has a common call, when she gives them noth-
 
 THE HOUSE OF THE INTERPRETER 151 
 
 ing," he said. "She has a special call, when she has 
 something good for them. She has a brooding call, 
 when she would gather them under her wings. And 
 she has a call of alarm to warn them of danger. Even 
 so does our King call us, his children." 
 
 Then he led them into his garden and showed them 
 his flowers. 
 
 "See how different these flowers are," he said. 
 "Some are tall, some are short; some have one color, 
 some another ; some are better than the rest, some 
 worse. But they stand where the gardener planted 
 them and do not complain of their lot." 
 
 At length he took them again into the house ; and 
 when supper was ready they all sat down to a bounteous 
 feast. And while they ate, one of the household played 
 sweet music, and another sang. Thus the evening 
 passed pleasantly ; and that night the pilgrims rested 
 from their weariness and were greatly refreshed. 
 
 In the morning they rose with the sun, and were 
 soon ready to renew their journey. But the Interpreter 
 would not let them go until they had bathed them- 
 selves in a fountain in his garden. 
 
 So they went and washed, the women and the boys 
 also. And they came out of that bath not only sweet
 
 152 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 and clean, but much enlivened and strengthened. 
 And they looked fairer and much more beautiful than 
 they had ever looked before. 
 
 Then the Interpreter bade his servants give them 
 new clothing, fine linen, white and clean. And when 
 they were clad in these garments they stood amazed, 
 each looking at the others and wondering because of 
 their beauty. 
 
 Finally, the Interpreter called for a man-servant of 
 his whose name was Greatheart. 
 
 "Greatheart," said he, "arm yourself with sword 
 and shield. Put on your helmet and your coat of 
 mail. Then go forth with these my daughters and these 
 noble boys, and protect them on their way. Lead 
 them to the House Beautiful, which will be their next 
 resting place." 
 
 So Greatheart took his weapons and went out before 
 them. The Interpreter bade them Godspeed, and 
 they went on their way rejoicing.
 
 GREATHEART 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that they went on, and 
 Greatheart walked before them. The way was 
 narrow and sometimes steep, but they were refreshed 
 and strong, and so they felt no weariness. 
 
 They passed the place where Christian's burden 
 had fallen from his back ; and they saw the tomb into 
 which it had tumbled. 
 
 They passed also by the cliff where Christian had 
 seen Simple, Sloth, and Presumption lying asleep. 
 
 Thus they went on till they came to the foot of the 
 Hill Difficulty; and there Greatheart showed them 
 everything that would interest them to see. 
 
 "Here," said he, "is the spring that Christian drank 
 from, before he went up the hill. And here are the 
 two byways where Formality and Hypocrisy lost 
 
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 154 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 themselves. These are very dangerous paths. They 
 have lately been stopped up with posts and chains, 
 as you see, but still there are many who venture into 
 them rather than take the pains to climb the hill." 
 
 After they had rested a little while, they set forward 
 to go up the hill ; and Greatheart led the way. But 
 before they got to the top, Christiana began to pant 
 for very weariness. 
 
 "Surely, this is a breathing hill," she said ; "I don't 
 wonder that some people try to go around it." 
 
 Mercy, too, was very tired, and the youngest of the 
 boys began to cry. 
 
 "Come, come," said Greatheart, "be brave a little 
 longer. There is an arbor a little above, and there 
 you may sit down and rest." 
 
 Then he took the little boy by the hand and led him 
 the rest of the way : and at the hardest places he lifted 
 him and carried him. 
 
 "Well, how do you like being a pilgrim?" he asked, 
 when they had reached the top. 
 
 "Very well, sir, and I thank you," answered the boy. 
 "It is like going up a ladder ; but I would rather climb 
 a ladder than fall into a pit." 
 
 So they went on till they came in sight of the lions.
 
 GREATHEART 155 
 
 Now Greatheart was a strong man and was not 
 afraid of the beasts ; but the boys cringed behind him, 
 and were much alarmed. 
 
 "Well, well !" said Greatheart. "You boys were 
 brave when there was no danger ; but now you wish 
 some one else to be brave." 
 
 Then he drew his sword and went forward to meet 
 the lions ; but suddenly an ugly giant stood in the road 
 before him. The name of this giant was Grim, and it 
 was his custom to waylay pilgrims who were going 
 through this lonely place. 
 
 "How now?" he cried to Greatheart. "What 
 are you doing here?" 
 
 Then answered the brave guide, "These women 
 and children are going on a pilgrimage. This is the 
 way they must go, and I will lead them safe through 
 in spite of giants and lions." 
 
 "Indeed, you shall not," roared Grim. "You shall 
 not go past me and my lions." 
 
 ' But Greatheart was not afraid. He said not another 
 word, but rushed upon the giant with his sword. The 
 big fellow drew back, and defended himself with his club. 
 
 "Ha! Do you think you will slay me here on my 
 own ground?" he cried.
 
 156 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "We are on the King's highway," answered Great- 
 heart. "You shall not hinder these pilgrims from 
 passing." 
 
 And with that he gave the giant a blow which 
 brought him to his knees. With that same blow he 
 broke his helmet, and with the next he cut off his arm. 
 
 The giant roared so hideously that the women and 
 children were greatly frightened. But when they 
 saw him sprawling on the ground they were glad. 
 
 Now the lions were all the time roaring, and tugging 
 at their chains ; and the noise was so great and fearful 
 that the pilgrims would have fled in terror had it not 
 been for their guide. But he, taking the little boy by 
 the hand, said to the others, "Come, now, and follow 
 me. No hurt shall happen to you from the lions." 
 
 So they went on, but the women trembled as they 
 passed the raging beasts. The boys looked as if they 
 would die of fear ; but they clung close to their guide, 
 and all got by in safety. 
 
 And now, looking up, they saw the House Beautiful 
 not far ahead of them ; and going on with haste, they 
 soon came to the porter's lodge. Night was already 
 come, and all was dark and silent within. But Great- 
 heart went up to the gate and knocked loudly.
 
 GREATHEART 157 
 
 «• 
 
 Who is there?" cried the porter. 
 
 "It is I," answered Greatheart. 
 
 The porter knew his voice, for the brave guide had 
 been there many times before. He hurried down and 
 opened the gate ; and when he saw Greatheart standing 
 there, he said, " How now, Mr. Greatheart ? What is 
 your business here so late at night?" For he did 
 not see the women and children who were behind him 
 in the darkness. 
 
 "I have brought some pilgrims," answered the 
 guide. "They wish to lodge here and rest for a while." 
 
 "They are indeed welcome," said the porter. "But 
 why are you so late?" 
 
 "We should have come much earlier," said Great- 
 heart, "but we were hindered by old Giant Grim who 
 has often waylaid pilgrims and helped the lions. I had 
 a long and hard fight with him, and I guess he will give 
 no further trouble." 
 
 "Well, well! That is good news," said the porter. 
 "Now come in and stay till morning." 
 
 "The pilgrims will go in," answered Greatheart, 
 "but I must return at once to my master." 
 
 Then Christiana spoke up and thanked him. "You 
 have been so loving and faithful, and you have
 
 158 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 fought so stoutly for us. How can we go on without 
 you?" 
 
 "Yes," said Mercy, "we should have perished if 
 you had not led us. Oh, that we might have your 
 company to our journey's end !" 
 
 Then the little boy took him by the hand and said, 
 "Oh, sir, won't you go on with us and help us? We 
 are so weak, and the way is so rough and dangerous !" 
 
 "I must obey my master," answered Greatheart. 
 "To-night I must return to him. But if he shall 
 afterwards bid me be your guide, I will gladly come 
 and wait on you. And so I bid you adieu." 
 
 And with that he turned and went back through the 
 darkness.
 
 AT THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the porter led the pil- 
 grims into the House Beautiful. He said to those 
 who were within, "Here is the wife of Christian, with 
 her children and her young friend Mercy. They have 
 come hither on a pilgrimage." 
 
 Then Prudence and Piety and Charity, the good 
 women of the house, hastened to welcome her. 
 
 "Come in, Christiana," they said. "Come in, 
 thou wife of that good man. Come in, thou blessed 
 woman. Come in, with all that are with thee." 
 
 So she went in, and the rest followed her. And they 
 were very weary of their journey, and it was late ; also 
 they were faint with the fright they had been in be- 
 cause of the giant and the lions. So they desired, as 
 soon as might be, to be shown to their rooms. 
 
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 160 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Nay," said Charity and Prudence, "you must first 
 refresh yourselves with a morsel of meat." 
 
 Then they were led to a table where food was offered 
 them in plenty ; and they ate and were refreshed. 
 When they had supped, they were taken to their places 
 of rest ; and Christiana and Mercy were given the same 
 room in which Christian had slept when he was there 
 before them ; and the name of that room was Peace. 
 
 Now as they lay composing themselves to sleep, 
 Mercy suddenly cried out, "Hark ! Do you hear that 
 sound?" 
 
 " Yes," said Christiana ; " I do believe it is the sound 
 of music. They are having music for joy that we are 
 here." 
 
 "Wonderful!" said Mercy. "Music in the house, 
 music in the heart, music everywhere for joy !" 
 
 So they lay quietly and listened, and soon fell asleep. 
 
 Now when the morrow was come, the sisters of the 
 house would in no wise consent that the pilgrims should 
 go forward. "Tarry with us for awhile," they said. 
 "The summer is yet long, and there is no haste that 
 you should finish your pilgrimage." 
 
 They, therefore, abode in the House Beautiful, 
 not only one day, but two and many more. And every
 
 AT THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL lfil 
 
 day they saw some new sight or learned some new and 
 striking truth ; and their hearts were filled with joy 
 and peace. 
 
 It so chanced that a young man whose name was Mr. 
 Brisk came often to the house to see the sisters and to 
 talk with them about the many things that were of 
 interest to them all. He was a very busy little man, 
 bustling hither and thither, and making believe that 
 he was serving the King. 
 
 The maidens of the house had some doubts of him, 
 and Prudence and Piety treated him quite coldly. 
 But Charity said, "Let us think no wrong of him;" 
 and so his visits were continued, and every one hoped 
 that he might prove to be as good as he pretended. 
 
 Now when Mr. Brisk saw Mercy, how fair and gentle 
 she was, he began to admire her very much. He cared 
 no more for the company of Piety or of Charity ; but 
 every day he came to see the sweet face of Mercy 
 and to listen to her pleasant voice. But most of all, 
 he took notice that she was never idle ; and he said to 
 himself, "A maiden so diligent would make the best 
 wife in the world." 
 
 But Mercy's mind was full of thoughts for the good 
 of others ; and when she had nothing to do for herself, 
 
 DREAM STOKY 11
 
 "Mr. Brisk came in and found her at her Old Work" 
 
 162
 
 
 AT THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 163 
 
 she would be knitting or sewing and making garments 
 for the needy. 
 
 One day when she was alone, Mr. Brisk came in and 
 found her at her old work, making things for the poor. 
 
 "What ! always at it ?" he asked. 
 
 " Yes," she answered, " either for myself or for others." 
 
 "And how much can you earn in a day?" he asked. 
 
 " I make these things for the love of others, and not 
 for pay," she answered. 
 
 "What do you do with them?" said he. 
 
 "I give them to those who are most in need," she 
 said, simply. " It is better to clothe the naked and feed 
 the hungry than to lay up treasures." 
 
 With that, the young man's countenance fell, and 
 he soon took his leave. 
 
 Some days afterward, Prudence said to him, "We 
 do not see you at the house any more. Has Mercy 
 no more charms for you ?" 
 
 "Well, indeed," he answered, "I think Mercy is a 
 pretty girl, but her habits are not such as a busy man 
 can admire." 
 
 And that was the last of his visits to the House 
 Beautiful. 
 
 About this time Matthew, the eldest of the four
 
 164 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 boys, fell sick. He was so sick that his mother feared 
 he would die ; and so a doctor was called in. The 
 name of the doctor was Skill ; and when he saw the 
 boy he knew at once what ailed him. 
 
 "What kind of food has Matthew been eating?" 
 asked Dr. Skill. 
 
 "The food that is set before us here by the sisters 
 of the House Beautiful," answered Christiana. "He 
 has had only that which is most wholesome." 
 
 "But he is sick of something that he ate before he 
 came to this place," said the doctor. "He has some- 
 thing in his stomach that won't digest, and it has been 
 there a long time." 
 
 Then Samuel, the second son, spoke up and said, 
 "Mother, don't you remember the orchard we passed 
 just this side of the Wicket Gate ? The trees hung 
 over the wall, and we picked up some of the fruit that 
 had fallen on the highway." 
 
 "True, my child," said Christiana. "And I scolded 
 you all for eating of those apples." 
 
 "I took only a bite," said Samuel, "but Matthew 
 ate more than one." 
 
 "There!" said Dr. Skill. "I knew the symptoms, 
 and it is that fruit that has made him sick. That
 
 AT TIIK HOUSE BEAUTIFUL 165 
 
 was Beelzebub's orchard, and the fruit which grows 
 on his trees is very poisonous." 
 
 Then the physician made up some pills which he 
 gave to Matthew, and the boy, though he made wry 
 faces and. cried bitterly, was forced to swallow them. 
 The next day the sickness began to leave him, and soon 
 he was able to walk about the house and the garden. 
 
 And now the time was about come for the pilgrims to 
 renew their journey ; but, just as they were getting ready 
 to depart, some one knocked on the door. 
 
 The porter opened it, and behold, there was 
 Greatheart, the guide, standing on the threshold. He 
 had on his armor, and his sword and shield were at 
 his side. How joyful the pilgrims were to see 
 him ! 
 
 "I have come to guide and protect you during the 
 rest of your journey," he said. "And here is a bottle of 
 wine and some parched corn which my master has sent 
 for each of you. He has also sent the boys some figs 
 and raisins, to refresh them on the way." 
 
 Soon they were ready to depart. They thanked the 
 porter for his kindness, and again set their feet on the 
 King's highway. And Piety, Prudence, and Charity 
 walked a little way with them.
 
 THROUGH THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the pilgrims began 
 to go down the hill into the Valley of Humiliation. 
 It was a steep hill, and the way was slippery ; but 
 they were very careful, and so got down pretty well. 
 
 There the sisters of the House Beautiful bade them 
 farewell. "It was in this valley," said they, "that 
 Christian met the foul fiend, Apollyon. But be of 
 good courage. You have Mr. Greatheart to defend 
 you." So they commended the pilgrims to the care 
 of their guide, and returned to their home. 
 
 Then Greatheart walked on before them, and as he 
 walked he talked to them about the beauty and fruit- 
 fulness of the valley. 
 
 'We need not be afraid," said he, "for here is noth- 
 
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 THROUGH THE VALLEY OP HUMILIATION 167 
 
 ing to hurt us unless we bring it upon ourselves. The 
 Valley of Humiliation is as fruitful a place as any the 
 crow flies over. It is fat ground, and is covered with 
 green meadows. And see how these are beautified 
 with lilies!" 
 
 As they were thus going along and talking, they saw 
 a boy watching his father's sheep. The boy was very 
 poorly dressed, but his face was fresh and rosy ; and as 
 he sat by himself, he sang. 
 
 "Hark!" said Greatheart. "Be still and listen 
 to his song." 
 
 So they stood and listened ; and these are the words 
 they heard — 
 
 "He that is down needs fear no fall, 
 He that is low, no pride ; 
 He that is humble ever shall 
 Have God to be his guide. 
 
 "I am content with what I have, 
 Little be it or much : 
 And, Lord, contentment still I crave, 
 Because thou lovest such." 
 
 "Hear him," said Greatheart. "I will dare say 
 that this boy is merrier, and wears more of the herb
 
 168 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 called heartsease, than many a person who is clad 
 in silk and velvet." 
 
 Then they walked on, and all were happy because 
 of the beauties of the place. 
 
 "This valley suits me well," said Mercy; "for here 
 there is no rattling with coaches nor rumbling with 
 wheels. Here one may walk in quiet, and think about 
 things that are beautiful and true." 
 
 "Yes," answered Greatheart, "this is a valley that 
 nobody walks in but those who love a pilgrim's life. 
 Here one is free from noise and the hurryings of busi- 
 ness. It was here that our Prince once loved to walk ; 
 for the meadows are very beautiful and the air is 
 pleasant." 
 
 Soon they came to the place where Christian had 
 fought the fiend Apollyon ; and Greatheart pointed 
 out to the boys each noted spot in that field of 
 battle. 
 
 "Here is where your father stood when he first saw 
 Apollyon coming. Here is where the fiend fell upon 
 him, and on these stones you may still see the marks 
 of his blood. Here are some of the splinters of Apollyon's 
 broken darts. And see here, how they did beat the 
 ground with their feet as they fought to make good
 
 THROUGH THE VALLEY OF HUMILIATION 169 
 
 their places against each other. And here is where 
 Apollyon turned his back and fled from the valley. 
 Verily, your father did play the man here." 
 
 Then he led them a little farther, and showed them 
 a monument that had been set up there in honor of 
 Christian's victory. They stood around it and re- 
 joiced, and one of the boys read aloud the writing that 
 was engraved upon it : 
 
 "Hard by here, was a battle fought, 
 Most strange and yet most true ; 
 Christian and Apollyon sought 
 Each other to subdue. 
 
 "The man so bravely played the man 
 He made the fiend to fly ; 
 Of which a monument I stand, 
 The same to testify."
 
 THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the pilgrims had 
 come upon the borders of the Valley of the Shadow 
 of Death. This valley was longer than the other, and 
 it was strangely haunted with evil things. But the 
 women and children went into it the more bravely 
 because they had Greatheart for their guide. 
 
 The first sound they heard was a great groaning, 
 which seemed to fill the whole place. Then they heard 
 strange shouts and screams ; and as they went farther, 
 they felt the ground to shake under them, as if some 
 hollow place was there. 
 
 "Oh, when shall we get through this doleful place?" 
 asked one of the boys. 
 
 Then the guide took the two younger ones by the 
 hand to lead them. "Be of good courage," he said 
 
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 THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW 171 
 
 to those behind. " Look well to your feet, lest you step 
 in some snare." 
 
 When they had come to about the middle of the 
 valley, Christiana stopped suddenly. 
 
 "I see something in the road before us," she said. 
 "It is a strange shape, unlike anything I have seen 
 before." 
 
 "What is it, mother?" asked James, the little boy. 
 
 "An ugly thing, child; an ugly thing." 
 
 "But, mother, what is it like?" 
 
 " I cannot tell what it is like. Now it is near ; now 
 it is far off ; now it is near again." 
 
 "Well, well !" said Greatheart. "Let all keep close 
 to me." 
 
 Then he went forward with his sword drawn. The 
 strange shape came on, and he struck it a fierce blow. 
 Then the shape vanished and was seen no more. 
 
 So they went on more bravely. But Mercy, look- 
 ing behind her, saw a great lion following after them ; 
 and now it gave a roar so deep and loud that all the 
 valley echoed with the sound. 
 
 The hearts of all ached with fear. But Greatheart 
 went behind, and set them in the road before him. 
 Then he stood his ground to give battle to the lion.
 
 172 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 The beast paused ; it roared once again at the brave 
 man who dared stand against it ; and then it drew back 
 and came no farther. 
 
 They went on again, and Greatheart led them as 
 before. And now a vast pit yawned before them and 
 seemed to cover the whole road ; and a great mist and 
 darkness fell around them 
 
 "Stand still, and wait," said Greatheart. And as 
 they stood and trembled, a light shone through the 
 darkness, and they saw their way clearly past the mouth 
 of the pit. 
 
 So on they went; and one of the boys said, "When 
 shall we see the end of this valley?" 
 
 "Look well to your feet," said the guide; "for you 
 are among the snares and the pitfalls." 
 
 They looked to their feet, and went on ; but they were 
 much troubled by the snares. 
 
 At length they drew towards the end of the valley; 
 and there they saw a cave where in former times 
 many giants dwelt. But now the worst of these giants 
 had grown so old and feeble that they could do nothing 
 but sit in the door of the cave and grin at the pilgrims 
 who were passing. 
 
 Suddenly, however, one giant who was younger than
 
 THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW 173 
 
 the others, came out to meet Greatheart and his com- 
 pany. The name of this giant was Maul, and he had 
 slain many pilgrims through his cunning. 
 
 "Hello, Greatheart !" he cried. "How many times 
 have you been forbidden to do those things ?" 
 
 "What things?" asked Greatheart. 
 
 "You know what things: but I will put an end 
 to your trade," roared the giant. 
 
 "Well," said Greatheart, "before we begin to fight, 
 let us know what it is about." 
 
 Now the women and children stood trembling in the 
 roadway, and knew not what to do. But Greatheart 
 stood before them with his sword drawn. "Explain 
 your words," he said to the giant. 
 
 "You rob the country," said Maul. "You rob it 
 in the very worst way, and I have come out to punish 
 you." 
 
 "Come, fellow," answered Greatheart, "speak 
 plainly, and say what you mean." 
 
 "Well, then," said Maul, "you are a kidnapper. 
 You kidnap women and children and take them into 
 a strange country, as you are doing now." 
 
 But Greatheart answered, "It is false. I serve my 
 master by protecting the weak, by lifting up those who
 
 174 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 are fallen, and by leading them in the right way. If 
 you wish to fight with me, I am ready for you." 
 
 The giant came up, and Gieatheart went to meet 
 him ; and as he went he lifted up his sword, but the 
 giant had a club. 
 
 So now they began; and at the first blow the giant 
 struck Greatheart down upon one of his knees. With 
 that the women and children cried out in great dismay, 
 but Greatheart soon recovered himself and was up 
 again. Then he laid about him with skill and strength 
 and gave the giant a wound in the arm. And thus they 
 fought for a whole hour in the heat of the sun. 
 
 Then they sat down and rested awhile; and when 
 they had taken breath, they leaped up and began fight- 
 ing again. And Greatheart with a full blow brought 
 the giant down to the ground. 
 
 "Hold! hold!" cried Maul. "Give me a fair 
 chance." 
 
 So Greatheart let him get up ; and when they had 
 breathed again they went at it even harder than before. 
 The giant raised his club aloft and struck with full 
 force at Greatheart's head ; and had not the brave 
 man leaped quickly aside, his skull would surely have 
 been crushed.
 
 THROUGH THE VALLEY OP THE SHADOW 175 
 
 But now Greatheart made a fierce thrust with his 
 sword. It pierced the giant's huge body just under 
 the fifth rib, and the blood rushed out. The fight 
 was ended ; for Giant Maul fell helpless to the ground, 
 and his club dropped from his hands. 
 
 Then the women and children rejoiced because they 
 had been delivered from so great peril. And they 
 went on, following their guide, until they were safe on 
 the farther side of the valley.
 
 THE NEW TOWN OF VANITY 
 
 THEN I saw in my dream that the pilgrims journeyed 
 through many scenes. They also met with or 
 overtook many people who like themselves were bound 
 for the Celestial City. They stopped also at divers 
 places, where they were entertained by friendly folk 
 who loved the King. They toiled through rough ways ; 
 they climbed steep hills ; they encountered perils not 
 a few. But they faltered not, neither were afraid ; 
 for Greatheart went before them and was their 
 guide. 
 
 At last, on a summer evening, they came to the town 
 of Vanity, where Vanity Fair was held. Here they 
 were received at the house of a citizen who was friendly 
 to pilgrims ; and here they abode a long time. 
 
 For the town had changed much since Christian and 
 
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 THK NEW TOWN' OF VANITY 177 
 
 Faithful were so shamefully handled there. Indeed, 
 it seemed that the blood of Faithful had changed the 
 hearts of many of the people, and pilgrims were no 
 more annoyed in the streets. 
 
 Now while Christiana and her boys, with Mercy and 
 Greatheart, tarried here, there came a great monster 
 out of the woods. It slew many of the people of the 
 town, and carried away some of the children. No man 
 dared face this monster ; but every one fled when the 
 noise of his coming was heard. 
 
 This monster was like unto no other beast in the 
 world. Its body was like that of a dragon, and it had 
 seven heads and ten horns. 
 
 Now when Greatheart heard of this beast, he agreed 
 with certain good men of the place to go forth and give 
 battle to it. For he wished to deliver the people from 
 the paws and mouth of so dreadful a creature. 
 
 Then did he, with four companions good and true, 
 go forth to meet the monster. You should have seen 
 them with their armor and their well-made weapons. 
 
 When the fierce creature first beheld them, it lifted 
 up its heads with great disdain. It would fain have 
 made way with them had they not boldly stood their 
 ground. But, being sturdy men at arms, they so be- 
 
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 'This Monster was like unto no Other Beast' 
 
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 THE NEW TOWN OF VANITY 179 
 
 labored it with their swords and clubs that it was glad 
 to return to its lair. 
 
 Often, after this, did the monster come again into 
 the town to carry away the children. But Greatheart 
 and his valiant men were always on the watch, and 
 drove it back with many blows. Soon it became so 
 lame by reason of its wounds that it could do no further 
 harm ; and some believe that it died of the hurts which 
 it received. 
 
 Thus Greatheart became a person of great fame in 
 the town ; and many besought him to remain and make 
 his home there. But he remembered the commands 
 of his master ; and when the time came that the pil- 
 grims must go on their way, he girded on his armor 
 and went before them.
 
 DOUBTING CASTLE 
 
 I SAW now in my dream that they went on till they 
 came to the river that was on this side of the 
 Delectable Mountains. This was the river where fine 
 trees grew on the banks ; and the leaves of these trees 
 were good for medicine. The meadows also were green 
 all the year ; and there were shady places where they 
 might lie down and rest with safety. 
 
 In the meadows there were sheep pasturing, and folds 
 for the sheep. There were also little houses for shelter- 
 ing the lambs. And One was there who loved these 
 lambs ; he gathered them in his arms, he carried them 
 in his bosom, he gently led them. 
 
 So as the pilgrims went on their way, they were filled 
 with delight because of the delicious waters, the pleas- 
 ant meadows, the dainty flowers, and the wholesome 
 
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 DOUBTING CASTLE 181 
 
 fruit. And they would have tarried there long, had not 
 duty urged them to go onward. 
 
 Therefore, leaving the pleasant river, they came in 
 due time to By-path Meadow ; and there they saw the 
 stile over which Christian and Hopeful went when they 
 were taken by Giant Despair. 
 
 There they sat down, and consulted what they had 
 best do. 
 
 "I have a mind," said Greatheart, "to go over and 
 demolish the castle of old Giant Despair. He may have 
 some pilgrims shut up in his dungeon, and I should be 
 glad to set them free." 
 
 "That is a good thought, Mr. Greatheart," said 
 Matthew. "I will go with you." 
 
 But some of the others were timid and made excuses. 
 "I very much doubt if we ought to leave the King's 
 highway even though it be to destroy Doubting Castle," 
 said one. 
 
 "We had better go on and leave well enough alone," 
 said another. 
 
 Then Greatheart stood up and drew his sword. 
 "My master has commanded me to fight the good 
 fight," said he; "and with whom should I fight this 
 good fight if not with Giant Despair?"
 
 182 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 So saying, he climbed right over the stile. " Who will 
 go with me?" he said. 
 
 "I will," said one and another of Christiana's sons. 
 
 "I will," said another pilgrim who had joined them 
 on the road ; and soon, leaving the women in a safe 
 place, the brave men and boys went straight up to 
 Doubting Castle to look for Giant Despair. 
 
 When they came to the castle gate they knocked 
 with unusual noise. 
 
 The old giant heard them and came out ; and his wife, 
 Diffidence, was with him. 
 
 "Who dares to make that great noise on my gate?" 
 he roared in anger. 
 
 "It is I, Greatheart," answered the guide. "Open 
 this gate and let me in." 
 
 "What is your business with me?" asked the giant. 
 
 " I am the servant of the King," answered Greatheart, 
 "and I have come to demolish your Doubting Castle." 
 
 Now Giant Despair was not afraid of any man, for 
 he was a giant. So he harnessed himself and went out. 
 He had a cap of steel upon his head ; a breastplate of 
 fire was on his arm ; and he came out in iron shoes, 
 with a great club in his hand. 
 
 Then Greatheart and his helpers made up to him,
 
 DOUBTING CASTLE 183 
 
 and beset him behind and before. They fought for 
 their lives. They struggled long and hard. 
 
 At length Giant Despair was brought to the ground ; 
 but he was loath to give up. He fought after he was 
 down, and he would have been up again had not 
 Greatheart given him one final stroke with his sword, 
 and thus ended his cruel life. 
 
 Then all went through the gate and began to de- 
 molish Doubting Castle. But this was a great task, 
 even though Giant Despair was dead. They toiled 
 seven days, and left not one stone upon another. 
 
 In the dungeon they found two pilgrims, whom the 
 giant had shut up. These were Despondency, almost 
 starved to death, and Miss Much-afraid, who was his 
 daughter. How glad these two people were to see the 
 sunlight again ! 
 
 Now when they had finished with the castle they went 
 back to the highway, where they had left the women ; 
 and all rejoiced and were glad. 
 
 Christiana played a merry tune upon the viol, and 
 Mercy joined her upon the lute. And since all were so 
 merry, what should they do but dance right there in 
 the road. Even the damsel, Much-afraid, joined them ; 
 and, I promise you, she footed it well.
 
 In the Dungeon they found two Pilgrims" 
 184
 
 DOUBTING CASTLE 185 
 
 As for Despondency, the music was not much to 
 him. He was for feeding rather than dancing, for he 
 was almost starved. So Christiana gave him a little 
 wine and prepared him something to eat ; and in a little 
 while he came to himself and was finely revived. 
 
 Then the company of pilgrims went forward again. 
 And Greatheart walked before them, and was their 
 guide.
 
 IN PERIL IN THE ENCHANTED GROUND 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that the pilgrims, by and 
 by, came to the Delectable Mountains, where 
 Christian and Hopeful had aforetime refreshed them- 
 selves. There the shepherds met them and welcomed 
 them, and there they rested themselves from their 
 toilsome journey. 
 
 Then they went on, and in due time were got to the 
 Enchanted Ground. There the air was heavy, and all 
 who breathed it were filled with drowsiness. The ground 
 also was, for the most part, overgrown with briers and 
 brambles. But, here and there were enchanted arbors, 
 in which were flowers and birds and rippling brooks 
 and mossy beds inviting one to tarry and rest. 
 
 The flowers, however, were laden with deadly per- 
 fumes ; the birds sang songs of witchery ; and the 
 
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 IN PERIL IN THE ENCHANTED GROUND 187 
 
 tinkling of the brooks lulled the unwary to sleep. And 
 he who gave himself up to slumber in these places was 
 not likely to rise or wake again in this world. 
 
 Through this wilderness way they therefore went; 
 and Greatheart went before them, for he was their 
 guide. They went on here, each man with his sword 
 drawn in his hand, for they knew it was a dangerous 
 place. 
 
 Now, they had not gone far when a great mist fell 
 upon them all, so that they could scarce see one another. 
 They were therefore forced to grope their way, being 
 guided by the voice of Greatheart ; for they walked not 
 by sight. Sorry going it was for the best of them all ; 
 but worse for the women and children, whose feet and 
 hearts were tender. 
 
 Nor was there in all this wilderness way any inn where 
 they might lodge and refresh themselves. But there was 
 much puffing and sighing and complaining. Now one 
 would tumble over a bush, another would stick fast 
 in the dirt, and still another would lose his shoes in the 
 mire. 
 
 At length they came to an arbor, warm and shady, 
 with pleasant mossy seats offering rest. Here, too, was 
 a couch whereon they might lie ; and here were all
 
 188 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 things that could tempt the weary traveler. But not 
 one of the pilgrims would seek rest or loiter there a 
 moment ; for their guide had told them of the dangers 
 of the place. 
 
 They therefore went on, and the way grew dark 
 again so that they could not see. And here even the 
 guide was apt to lose his way. But he had in his pocket 
 a map of all the roads and paths leading to the Celestial 
 City. Therefore, he drew his tinder box from his pocket 
 and struck a light, that he might look at the map. He 
 looked, and when he had found the place, he saw written 
 over against it the words, 
 
 "Keep to the right." 
 
 So now he knew which way to turn. But if he had 
 not looked at the map, he would have taken the broader 
 road and turned to the left, and all would have been 
 smothered in the deep mud. 
 
 They went on, then, in this Enchanted Ground till 
 they were well out of the darkness. And at length 
 they came to another enticing bower built close by 
 the roadside. 
 
 There they saw two men lying, whose names were 
 Heedless and Too-bold. 
 
 These men were fast asleep with their heads pillowed
 
 IN PERIL IN THE ENCHANTED GROUND 189 
 
 on couches of moss and leaves. Greatheart and the 
 pilgrims stood still and looked at them ; and some 
 shook their heads, not knowing what to do. 
 
 Then Mercy and Greatheart went to them to awaken 
 them ; that is, if they could. But each cautioned the 
 other not to sit down or recline upon the tempting 
 couches in the arbor, lest they too should in like man- 
 ner fall asleep. 
 
 They spoke to the men. They called them by name. 
 There was no answer. Then Greatheart shook them 
 hard, and did what he could to arouse them. Heedless 
 groaned and opened his eyes a little. 
 
 " I will pay you when I get my money," he muttered ; 
 and with that he turned over and was fast asleep again. 
 
 Then Greatheart shook the other one, whose name 
 was Too-bold. He did not even so much as move; 
 but he stammered, " I'll fight so long as I can hold my 
 sword in my hand." 
 
 At this, one of the children laughed ; but the guide 
 looked sorrowful. 
 
 "What does all this mean?" asked Christiana. 
 
 "They talk in their sleep," answered Greatheart. 
 "But no man can rouse them from this sleep. We 
 have done what we could."
 
 'They caught Glimpses of a Tall and Beautiful Lady" 
 
 190
 
 IN PERIL IX THE ENCHANTED GROUND 191 
 
 So now all desired to go onward, lest they too should 
 be overcome. And as the way was growing darker, 
 they begged the guide to strike a light. He therefore 
 took his tinder box again, and lighted a little lantern 
 which he had with him ; and so they were helped on 
 their way. 
 
 The children began soon to be sorely weary; and 
 they cried unto the friend of pilgrims to make their 
 way more comfortable. And behold, by the time they 
 had gone a little farther, a wind arose that scattered 
 the darkness ; and the air became more clear. Then 
 they went on to the borders of the Enchanted 
 Ground. 
 
 At one place they caught glimpses of a tall and beau- 
 tiful lady who flitted hither and thither in the shadowy 
 bowers. She beckoned to them, but would not come 
 near. She called, and her voice was soft and sweet. 
 
 They saw that she was clad in beautiful garments, 
 and she wore a large purse by her side. In this purse 
 she kept one hand, fingering her money, which was her 
 heart's delight. 
 
 "Oh, see the beautiful lady!" cried the little boy. 
 "Let us go to her, and rest in one of her bowers." And 
 he began to run joyfully towards her.
 
 192 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 "Nay, look not at her face, heed not her call," said 
 the guide. " She is the queen of this Enchanted Ground, 
 and her name is Madam Bubble. Whoever goes into 
 one of her bowers will never come out again. Let us 
 hasten away from her enchantments!" 
 
 So they went forward, hand in hand, and were soon 
 safely out of the Enchanted Ground.
 
 REST IN THE LAND OF BEULAH 
 
 NOW I saw in my dream that Greatheart led the pil- 
 grims onward till they came to the Land of Beulah, 
 where the sun shines day and night. Here, because 
 they were weary, they betook themselves awhile to rest. 
 
 They sat under the sheltering vines and walked in 
 the pleasant orchards. And they partook of the fruit 
 as they had a mind therefor ; for everything belonged 
 to the King of the Celestial Land, and he desired that 
 all pilgrims should partake of his bounty. 
 
 But here the bells did so ring, and the trumpets 
 sounded so sweetly, that they could not sleep; yet 
 they were as much refreshed as though they had slum- 
 bered peacefully. 
 
 Here, every little while, the cry was heard, "More 
 pilgrims have arrived in the land." 
 
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 194 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 And the answer would be trumpeted back, "Many- 
 went over the water to-day, and were let in at the 
 golden gates." 
 
 At length Christiana and her children, being much 
 refreshed, went a little farther on their way. And now 
 their ears were filled with heavenly sounds, and their 
 eyes were delighted with celestial visions. In this 
 place they heard nothing, saw nothing, smelled nothing, 
 tasted nothing, but what was pleasing to their hearts 
 and minds. 
 
 In this place the children went freely into the King's 
 gardens and gathered sweet-smelling flowers. Here also 
 grew all kinds of trees that are precious for their 
 perfumes and their spices. So the rooms of the pil- 
 grims, while they stayed there, lacked nothing for 
 fragrance and beauty. And they bathed and anointed 
 themselves, and kept themselves in readiness for the 
 call to go over the river. 
 
 Now, one day, as they were waiting for the good hour, 
 a sound was heard as of music and voices. And some 
 one who was watching cried, "A postman has come 
 from the Celestial City with matter of great impor- 
 tance for Christiana."
 
 REST IN THE LAND OF BEULAH 105 
 
 She, therefore, went to the door to see what it was. 
 The postman greeted her, and gave her the letter; and 
 when she had broken the seal, she opened and 
 read it : 
 
 "Hail, good woman! I bring thee tidings that the 
 Master calls thee. Within these ten days, he expects 
 thee to come and stand before him, clothed in garments of 
 immortality." 
 
 When Christiana had read the letter, and knew that 
 her time was come, she called for Greatheart, the 
 guide, and told him how matters were. 
 
 He answered that he was heartily glad of her good 
 fortune, and that he would have been even more glad 
 had the summons come for himself. 
 
 Then she asked how she should prepare for her 
 journey, and what she should do while crossing the 
 river. 
 
 Very kindly he told her, saying, "Thus and thus it 
 must be ; and we that are left behind will go with you 
 to the river side." 
 
 She called for her children and gave them her bless- 
 ing. She told them how glad she was that they had 
 kept their garments so white ; and she cautioned them 
 to be always faithful, waiting for the summons to go
 
 196 JOHN BUNYAN'S DREAM STORY 
 
 onward into the city. "Be ye watchful, and cast 
 away fear; be sober, and hope to the end." 
 
 Now, at length, the day came on which Christiana 
 must be gone. The road was full of people to see her 
 take her journey ; and the bank on the farther side of 
 the river was crowded with chariots and Shining Ones 
 that had come to accompany her to the gates of the 
 Celestial City. 
 
 So she came forth joyfully, and entered the river ; and 
 as she did so, she beckoned farewell to her children and 
 friends who were left behind. And the last words 
 which they heard her speak were, "Lord, I come to be 
 with thee." 
 
 Then when she had gone out of their, sight, her 
 children returned to their place. They returned weep- 
 ing, but Greatheart and some others that were with them 
 played upon the cymbal and the well-tuned harp of joy. 
 And Christiana, with the host of Shining Ones, went 
 up to the Celestial City. She called at the gate, and 
 entered with all the ceremonies of joy that had greeted 
 her husband before her. 
 
 Glorious indeed it was to see how the open region 
 was filled with horses and chariots, with trumpeters and 
 pipers, with singers and players on stringed instru-
 
 REST IN THE LAND OF BEULAH 197 
 
 ments. These all welcomed her as she passed through 
 the gate beautiful ; and while her children wept on 
 this side of the river, she was received with songs of 
 triumph in the palace of the King. 
 
 And as I looked and listened, I awoke ; and, behold, 
 this too was a dream.
 
 ENVOY 
 
 Now may this little book a blessing be 
 To those who love this little book and me, 
 And may its buyer have no cause to say, 
 His money is but lost or thrown away; 
 
 Yea, may this Second Pilgrim yield that fruit, 
 As may with each good Pilgrim's fancy suit; 
 And may it persuade some that go astray, 
 To turn their feet and heart to the right way, 
 Is the hearty prayer of 
 The Author, 
 
 — John Bunyan. 
 
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