steps; but still, Sir, it is worse to go down hill to death than
up hill to life.

You are a good boy, said Great-heart.

At this Mercy could but smile, and it made James blush.

Christiana:--Come, will you not drink of this flask, and eat
some fruit, while we sit here to rest? For Mr. Interpreter put
these in my hand as I came out of his door.

Now when they had sat there a while, their guide said to them:
The day runs on, and if you think well of it, let us now go on
our way.

So they all set out, the boys first, then the rest; but they had
not gone far when Christiana found she had left the flask, so she
sent James back to fetch it.

Mercy:--I think this is the place where Christian lost his
scroll. How was this, Sir?

Great-heart:--We may trace it to two things; one is sleep, and
one is that you cease to think of that which you cease to want;
and when you lose sight of a boon you lose sight of Him who
grants it, and the joy of it will end in tears.

By and by they came to a small mound with a post on it, where
these words were cut, Let him who sees this post take heed of his
heart and his tongue that they be not false. Then they went on