At last, thought he: I slept in the cave by the side of the hill.
So he fell down on his knees to pray that God would give him
grace for this act; and then went back to look for his scroll.
But as he went, what tongue can tell the grief of Christian's
heart? Oh, fool that I am! said he, to sleep in the day time; so
to give way to the flesh as to use for ease that rest which the
Lord of the hill had made but for the help of the soul!

Thus, then, with tears and sighs, he went back, and with much
care did he look on this side and on that for his scroll. At
length he came near to the cave where he had sat and slept. How
far, thought Christian, have I gone in vain! Such was the lot of
the Jews for their sin; they were sent back by the way of the Red
Sea; and I am made to tread those steps with grief which I might
have trod with joy, had it not been for this sleep. How far might
I have been on my way by this time! I am made to tread those
steps thrice which I need not to have trod but once; yea, now too
I am like to be lost in the night, for the day is well nigh
spent. O that I had not slept!

Now by this time he had come to the vale once more, where for a
spell he sat down and wept; but at last, as he cast a sad glance
at the foot of the bench, he saw his scroll, which he caught up
with haste, and put in his cloak. Words are too weak to tell the
joy of Christian when he had got back his scroll. He laid it up
in the breast of his coat and gave thanks to God. With what a
light step did he now climb the hill! But, ere he got to the top,
the sun went down on Christian, and he soon saw that two wild
beast stood in his way. Ah, thought he, these beasts range in the
night for their prey; and if they should meet with me in the