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Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress
In Words of One Syllable

Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress In Words of One Syllable

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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.


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

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