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His
head
being
turned
back
,
he
passed
a
crook
of
the
road
,
and
,
looking
forward
again
,
beheld
the
figure
of
a
man
,
in
grave
and
decent
attire
,
seated
at
the
foot
of
an
old
tree
.
He
arose
at
Goodman
Brown
’
s
approach
and
walked
onward
side
by
side
with
him
.
"
You
are
late
,
Goodman
Brown
,
"
said
he
.
"
The
clock
of
the
Old
South
was
striking
as
I
came
through
Boston
,
and
that
is
full
fifteen
minutes
agone
.
"
"
Faith
kept
me
back
a
while
,
"
replied
the
young
man
,
with
a
tremor
in
his
voice
,
caused
by
the
sudden
appearance
of
his
companion
,
though
not
wholly
unexpected
.
It
was
now
deep
dusk
in
the
forest
,
and
deepest
in
that
part
of
it
where
these
two
were
journeying
.
As
nearly
as
could
be
discerned
,
the
second
traveller
was
about
fifty
years
old
,
apparently
in
the
same
rank
of
life
as
Goodman
Brown
,
and
bearing
a
considerable
resemblance
to
him
,
though
perhaps
more
in
expression
than
features
.
Still
they
might
have
been
taken
for
father
and
son
.
And
yet
,
though
the
elder
person
was
as
simply
clad
as
the
younger
,
and
as
simple
in
manner
too
,
he
had
an
indescribable
air
of
one
who
knew
the
world
,
and
who
would
not
have
felt
abashed
at
the
governor
’
s
dinner
table
or
in
King
William
’
s
court
,
were
it
possible
that
his
affairs
should
call
him
thither
.
But
the
only
thing
about
him
that
could
be
fixed
upon
as
remarkable
was
his
staff
,
which
bore
the
likeness
of
a
great
black
snake
,
so
curiously
wrought
that
it
might
almost
be
seen
to
twist
and
wriggle
itself
like
a
living
serpent
.
This
,
of
course
,
must
have
been
an
ocular
deception
,
assisted
by
the
uncertain
light
.
"
Come
,
Goodman
Brown
,
"
cried
his
fellow
-
traveller
,
"
this
is
a
dull
pace
for
the
beginning
of
a
journey
.
Take
my
staff
,
if
you
are
so
soon
weary
.
"
"
Friend
,
"
said
the
other
,
exchanging
his
slow
pace
for
a
full
stop
,
"
having
kept
covenant
by
meeting
thee
here
,
it
is
my
purpose
now
to
return
whence
I
came
.
I
have
scruples
touching
the
matter
thou
wot
’
st
of
.
"
"
Sayest
thou
so
?
"
replied
he
of
the
serpent
,
smiling
apart
.
"
Let
us
walk
on
,
nevertheless
,
reasoning
as
we
go
;
and
if
I
convince
thee
not
thou
shalt
turn
back
.
We
are
but
a
little
way
in
the
forest
yet
.
"
"
Too
far
!
too
far
!
"
exclaimed
the
goodman
,
unconsciously
resuming
his
walk
.
"
My
father
never
went
into
the
woods
on
such
an
errand
,
nor
his
father
before
him
.
We
have
been
a
race
of
honest
men
and
good
Christians
since
the
days
of
the
martyrs
;
and
shall
I
be
the
first
of
the
name
of
Brown
that
ever
took
this
path
and
kept
—
"
"
Such
company
,
thou
wouldst
say
,
"
observed
the
elder
person
,
interpreting
his
pause
.
"
Well
said
,
Goodman
Brown
!
I
have
been
as
well
acquainted
with
your
family
as
with
ever
a
one
among
the
Puritans
;
and
that
’
s
no
trifle
to
say
.
I
helped
your
grandfather
,
the
constable
,
when
he
lashed
the
Quaker
woman
so
smartly
through
the
streets
of
Salem
;
and
it
was
I
that
brought
your
father
a
pitch
-
pine
knot
,
kindled
at
my
own
hearth
,
to
set
fire
to
an
Indian
village
,
in
King
Philip
’
s
war
.
They
were
my
good
friends
,
both
;
and
many
a
pleasant
walk
have
we
had
along
this
path
,
and
returned
merrily
after
midnight
.
I
would
fain
be
friends
with
you
for
their
sake
.
"
