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[Illustration: At last there came a grave man to the gate, whose name
was Goodwill.
(_Page 15_) (_The Pilgrim's Progress._)]
BUNYAN'S
PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.
IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLE.
BY SAMUEL PHILLIPS DAY,
AUTHOR OF "THE RARE ROMANCE OF REYNARD THE FOX," IN WORDS OF ONE
SYLLABLE.
_ILLUSTRATED._
A. L. BURT COMPANY,
PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.
COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY
THE CASSELL PUBLISHING CO.
_All rights reserved._
Contents
I. THE DEN AND THE DREAM 5
II. THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND 8
III. WORLDLY-WISEMAN 10
IV. THE WICKET-GATE 15
V. THE INTERPRETER'S HOUSE 18
VI. THE CROSS AND THE CONTRAST 19
VII. THE HILL DIFFICULTY 28
VIII. THE PALACE BEAUTIFUL 30
IX. APOLLYON 39
X. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH 42
XI. CHRISTIAN AND FAITHFUL 44
XII. TALKATIVE 50
XIII. VANITY FAIR 56
XIV. CHRISTIAN AND HOPEFUL 64
XV. DOUBTING CASTLE AND GIANT DESPAIR 69
XVI. THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS 77
XVII. THE ENCHANTED GROUND AND THE WAY DOWN TO IT 81
XVIII. THE LAND OF BEULAH--THE FORDS OF THE RIVER--AT HOME 87
THE
PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.
CHAPTER I.
THE DEN AND THE DREAM.
AS I went through the wilds of this world, I came to a place where was
a den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep; and as I slept I
dreamt a dream; and lo, I saw a man clad in rags, with a book in his
hand, and a great load on his back! I saw him read in the book, and as
he read, he wept and shook.
In this plight, then, he went home, and kept calm as long as he could,
that his wife and bairns should not see his grief; but he could not
long hold his speech, for that his woe grew more hard to bear. "Oh, my
dear wife," said he, "and you, the bairns of my heart, I am quite lost,
for a load lies hard on me. More than this, I am told that this our
town will be burnt with fire from the skies, and you, my sweet babes,
shall come to grief, save some way can be found to get clear of harm."
At this his kin were in sore fear; for that they had just cause to
dread some dire ill had got hold of his head. So, when morn was come,
they would know how he did: and he told them, "Worse and worse." He
spoke to them once more, but they gave no heed to his words. Hence he
went to his room to pray for them, and to ease his grief. He would,
too, take long walks in the fields, and read and pray at times: and
thus for some days he spent his time.
Now I saw on a time, when he took a stray walk in the fields, that he
was bent on his book and in deep grief of mind; and as he read he burst
out, "What shall I do?"
I saw, too, that his eyes went this way and that way, as if he would
run: yet he could not tell which way to go. I then saw a man whose name
was Evangelist come to him and ask, "Why dost thou cry?" Quoth he,
"Sir, I see by the book in my hand that death is my doom, and that I am
then to meet my Judge: and I find that I do not will to do the first,
while I dread the last." Then said Evangelist, "Why not will to die,
since this life is full of ills?" The man said, "The cause is I fear
that this load that is on my back will sink me more low than the grave,
and I shall go down to hell."
Then said Evangelist, "If this be thy state, why dost thou stand
still?" Said he, "It is for that I know not where to go." Then he gave
him a roll of smooth skin, on which were writ the plain words, "Flee
from the wrath to come." The man read it, and said, "To what place must
I flee?" Then said Evangelist, "Do you see yon small gate?" The man
said, "I think I do." Then said his guide, "Go up at once to it; at
which, when thou dost knock, it shall be told thee what thou shalt do."
So I saw in my dream that the man did run. Now he had not run far from
his own door, but his wife and bairns saw it, and in a loud voice they
strove to get him to come back; but the man put the tips of his thumbs
in his ears and ran on.
His friends also came out, and some bade him haste back. Of those who
did so, there were two that sought to fetch him back by force. The name
of the one was Obstinate; and the name of the next, Pliable. Now by
this time the man was a good way off; but they went in quest of him,
and in a short time came up with him. Then said he, "Friends, for what
are ye come?" Quoth they, "To urge you to go back with us": but he
said, "That can by no means be. You dwell in the City of Destruction:
and when you die there, you will sink down to a place that burns with
fire. Take heed, good friends, and go with me."
[Illustration: OBSTINATE GOES BACK TO THE CITY OF DESTRUCTION.]
"What!" said Obstinate, "and leave our friends and all that brings us
joy and ease?"
"Yes," said Christian (for that was his name); "I seek a life that
fades not. Read it so, if you will, in my book."
"Tush!" said Obstinate, "I heed not your book: will you go back with us
or no?"
"No, not I," said Christian.
_Obs._--"Come then, friend Pliable, let us go home."
Then said Pliable, "The things he looks for are of more worth than
ours. My heart urges me to go with him."
_Obs._--"What! Be led by me and go back."
_Chr._--"Come with me, friend Pliable; there are such things to be had
which I spoke of, and much more bliss. If you heed not what I say, read
here in this book."
"Well, friend Obstinate," said Pliable, "I mean to go with this good
man, and to cast in my lot with him. But, my good mate, do you know the
way to this place?"
_Chr._--"I am told by a man, whose name is Evangelist, to speed me to a
small gate that is in front of us, where we shall be put in the right
way."
"And I will go back to my place," said Obstinate. "I will not make one
of such flat fools."