Thus he went on, and I heard him here sigh
bitterly; for, besides the dangers mentioned above, the pathway
was here so dark, and ofttimes, when he lift up his foot to set
forward, he knew not where or upon what he should set it next.
Poor man! where art thou now? thy day is night.
Good man, be not cast down, thou yet art right,
Thy way to heaven lies by the gates of hell;
Cheer up, hold out, with thee it shall go well.
About the midst of this valley, I perceived the mouth of hell to
be, and it stood also hard by the wayside. Now, thought
Christian, what shall I do? And ever and anon the flame and
smoke would come out in such abundance, with sparks and hideous
noises, (things that cared not for Christian's sword, as did
Apollyon before,) that he was forced to put up his sword, and
betake himself to another weapon called all-prayer. So he cried,
in my hearing, O Lord, I beseech thee, deliver my soul. Thus he
went on
a great while, yet still the flames would be reaching towards
him.
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