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      Pliable.—This, too, is good; and what else?

      Christian.—That there shall be no more care nor grief for he that owns the place will wipe all tears from our eyes.

      Pliable.—And what friends shall we find there?

      Christian.—There we shall be with all the saints, in robes so bright that our eyes will grow dim to look on them. There shall we meet those who in this world have stood out for the faith, and have been burnt on the stake, and thrown to wild beasts, for the love they bore to the Lord. They will not harm us, but will greet us with love, for they all walk in the sight of God.

      Pliable.—But how shall we get to share all this?

      Christian.—The Lord of that land saith, if we wish to gain that world we shall be free to have it.

      Pliable.—Well, my good friend, glad am I to hear of these thing: come on, let us mend our pace.

      Christian.—I can not go so fast as I would, for this load on my back.

      Then I saw in my dream that just as they had come to an end of this talk, they drew near to a slough that was in the midst of the plain, and as they took no heed, they both fell in. The name of the slough was Despond. Here they lay for a time in the mud; and the load that Christian had on his back made him sink all the more in the mire.

      Pliable.—Ah! friend Christian, where are you now?

      Christian.—In truth, I do no know.

      Then Pliable said to his friend, Is this the bliss of which you have told me all this while? If we have such ill speed when we first set out, what may we look for twixt this and the end of our way? And with that he got out of the mire on that side of the slough which was next to his own house; then off he went, and Christian saw him no more.

      So Christian was left to strive in the Slough of Despond as well as he could; yet his aim was to reach that side of the slough that was next The Wicket Gate, which at last he did, but he could not get out for the load that was on his back; till I saw in my dream that a man came to him whose name was Help.

      What do you do here? said Help.

      Christian.—I was bid to go this way by Evangelist, who told me to pass up to yon gate, that I might flee from the wrath to come, and on my way to it I fell in here.

      Help.—But why did you not look for the steps?

      Christian.—Fear came so hard on me that I fled the next way and fell in.

      Help.—Give me your hand.

      So he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him on firm ground, and bade him go on his way.

      Then in my dream I went up to Help and said to him, Sir, since this place is on the way from The City of Destruction to The Wicket Gate, how is it that no one mends this patch of ground, so that those who come by may not fall in the slough?

      Help.—This slough is such a place as no one can mend. It is the spot to which doth run the scum and filth that wait on sin, and that is why men call it the Slough of Despond. When the man of sin wakes up to a sense of his own lost state, doubts and fears rise up in his soul, and all of them drain down and sink in this place: and it is this that makes the ground so bad. True there are good and sound steps in the midst of the slough, but at times it is hard to see them; or if they be seen, men's heads are so dull that they step on one side, and fall in the mire. But the ground is good when they have once got in at the gate.

      Now I saw in my dream that by this time Pliable had gone back to his house once more, and that his friends came to see him: some said how wise it was to come home, and some that he was a fool to have gone. Some, too, were found to mock him, who said—Well, had I set out, I would not have been so base as to come back for a slough in the road. So Pliable was left to sneak off; but at last he got more heart, and then all were heard to turn their taunts, and laugh at poor Christian. Thus much for Pliable.

      Now as Christian went on his way he saw a man come through the field to meet him, whose name was Mr. Worldly Wiseman, and he dwelt in the town of Carnal Policy, which was near that whence Christian came. He had heard some news of Christian; for his flight from The City of Destruction had made much noise, and was now the talk far and near. So he said, How now, good Sir, where do you go with such a load on your back?

      Christian.—In truth, it is a load; and if you ask me where I go, I must tell you, Sir, I must go the The Wicket Gate in front of me, for there I shall be put in a way to get quit of my load.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Have you not a wife and babes?

      Christian.—Yes, but with this load I do not seem to care for them as I did; and, in truth, I feel as if I had none.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Will you hear me if I speak my mind to you?

      Christian.—If what you say be good, I will, for I stand much in need of help.

      Worldly Wiseman.—I would urge you then, with all speed, to get rid of your load; for you will not be at rest till then.

      Christian.—That is just what I seek to do. But there is no man in our land who can take if off me.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Who bade you go this way to be rid of it?

      Christian.—One that I took to be a great and true man; his name is Evangelist.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Hark at what I say: there is no worse way in the world than that which he has sent you, and that you will find if you take him for your guide. In this short time you have met with bad luck, for I see the mud of the Slough of Despond is on your coat. Hear me, for I have seen more of the world than you; in the way you go, you will meet with pain, woe, thirst, the sword too,—in a word, death! Take no heed of what Evangelist tells you.

      Christian.—Why, Sir, this load on my back is worse to me than all those things which you speak of; nay, I care not what I meet with in the way, if I can but get rid of my load.

      Worldly Wiseman.—How did you come by it at first?

      Christian.—Why, I read this book.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Like more weak men I know, who aim at things too high for them you have lost heart, and run in the dark at great risk, to gain you know not what.

      Christian.—I know what I would gain, it is ease for my load.

      Worldly Wiseman.—But why will you seek for ease thus, when I could put you in the way to aid it where there would be no risk; and the cure is at hand.

      Christian.—Pray, Sir, tell me what that way is.

      Worldly Wiseman.—Well, in yon town, which you can see from hence—the name of which is Morality—there dwells a man whose name is Legality, a wise man, and a man of some rank, who has skill to help men off with such loads as yours from their backs; I know he has done a great deal for good in that way; aye, and he has the skill to cure those who, from the loads they bear, are not quite sound in their wits. To him as I said, you may go and get help. His house in but a mile from this place, and should he not be at home, he has a son whose name is Civility, who can do it just as well as his sire. There, I say, you may go to get rid of your load. I would not have you go back to your old home, but you can send for your wife and babes, and you will find that food there is cheap and good.

      Now was Christian brought to a stand; but by and by he said, Sir, which is my way to this good man's house?

      Worldly Wiseman.—Do you see that hill?

      Christian.—Yes, I do.

      Worldly Wiseman.—By that hill you must go, and the first house you come to is his.

      So Christian went out of his way to find Mr. Legality's house to seek for help.

      But, lo, when he had got close up to the hill, it was so steep and high that he had fear lest it should fall on his head; so he stood still, for he knew not what to do. His load, too, was of more weight to him than when he was on the right road. Then came flames of fire out of the hill, that made him quake for fear lest he should be burnt. And now it was a great grief to him that he had lent his ear to Worldly Wiseman; and it was well that he just then saw Evangelist come to

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