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The
hoofs
clattered
again
;
and
the
voices
,
talking
so
strangely
in
the
empty
air
,
passed
on
through
the
forest
,
where
no
church
had
ever
been
gathered
or
solitary
Christian
prayed
.
Whither
,
then
,
could
these
holy
men
be
journeying
so
deep
into
the
heathen
wilderness
?
Young
Goodman
Brown
caught
hold
of
a
tree
for
support
,
being
ready
to
sink
down
on
the
ground
,
faint
and
overburdened
with
the
heavy
sickness
of
his
heart
.
He
looked
up
to
the
sky
,
doubting
whether
there
really
was
a
heaven
above
him
.
Yet
there
was
the
blue
arch
,
and
the
stars
brightening
in
it
.
"
With
heaven
above
and
Faith
below
,
I
will
yet
stand
firm
against
the
devil
!
"
cried
Goodman
Brown
.
While
he
still
gazed
upward
into
the
deep
arch
of
the
firmament
and
had
lifted
his
hands
to
pray
,
a
cloud
,
though
no
wind
was
stirring
,
hurried
across
the
zenith
and
hid
the
brightening
stars
.
The
blue
sky
was
still
visible
,
except
directly
overhead
,
where
this
black
mass
of
cloud
was
sweeping
swiftly
northward
.
Aloft
in
the
air
,
as
if
from
the
depths
of
the
cloud
,
came
a
confused
and
doubtful
sound
of
voices
.
Once
the
listener
fancied
that
he
could
distinguish
the
accents
of
towns
-
people
of
his
own
,
men
and
women
,
both
pious
and
ungodly
,
many
of
whom
he
had
met
at
the
communion
table
,
and
had
seen
others
rioting
at
the
tavern
.
The
next
moment
,
so
indistinct
were
the
sounds
,
he
doubted
whether
he
had
heard
aught
but
the
murmur
of
the
old
forest
,
whispering
without
a
wind
.
Then
came
a
stronger
swell
of
those
familiar
tones
,
heard
daily
in
the
sunshine
at
Salem
village
,
but
never
until
now
from
a
cloud
of
night
There
was
one
voice
of
a
young
woman
,
uttering
lamentations
,
yet
with
an
uncertain
sorrow
,
and
entreating
for
some
favor
,
which
,
perhaps
,
it
would
grieve
her
to
obtain
;
and
all
the
unseen
multitude
,
both
saints
and
sinners
,
seemed
to
encourage
her
onward
.
"
Faith
!
"
shouted
Goodman
Brown
,
in
a
voice
of
agony
and
desperation
;
and
the
echoes
of
the
forest
mocked
him
,
crying
,
"
Faith
!
Faith
!
"
as
if
bewildered
wretches
were
seeking
her
all
through
the
wilderness
.
The
cry
of
grief
,
rage
,
and
terror
was
yet
piercing
the
night
,
when
the
unhappy
husband
held
his
breath
for
a
response
.
There
was
a
scream
,
drowned
immediately
in
a
louder
murmur
of
voices
,
fading
into
far
-
off
laughter
,
as
the
dark
cloud
swept
away
,
leaving
the
clear
and
silent
sky
above
Goodman
Brown
.
But
something
fluttered
lightly
down
through
the
air
and
caught
on
the
branch
of
a
tree
.
The
young
man
seized
it
,
and
beheld
a
pink
ribbon
.
"
My
Faith
is
gone
!
"
cried
he
,
after
one
stupefied
moment
.
"
There
is
no
good
on
earth
;
and
sin
is
but
a
name
.
Come
,
devil
;
for
to
thee
is
this
world
given
.
"
And
,
maddened
with
despair
,
so
that
he
laughed
loud
and
long
,
did
Goodman
Brown
grasp
his
staff
and
set
forth
again
,
at
such
a
rate
that
he
seemed
to
fly
along
the
forest
path
rather
than
to
walk
or
run
.
The
road
grew
wilder
and
drearier
and
more
faintly
traced
,
and
vanished
at
length
,
leaving
him
in
the
heart
of
the
dark
wilderness
,
still
rushing
onward
with
the
instinct
that
guides
mortal
man
to
evil
.
The
whole
forest
was
peopled
with
frightful
sounds
—
the
creaking
of
the
trees
,
the
howling
of
wild
beasts
,
and
the
yell
of
Indians
;
while
sometimes
the
wind
tolled
like
a
distant
church
bell
,
and
sometimes
gave
a
broad
roar
around
the
traveller
,
as
if
all
Nature
were
laughing
him
to
scorn
.
But
he
was
himself
the
chief
horror
of
the
scene
,
and
shrank
not
from
its
other
horrors
.
