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The
spot
where
we
had
now
paused
is
the
same
that
our
friend
Bunyan
—
a
truthful
man
,
but
infected
with
many
fantastic
notions
—
has
designated
,
in
terms
plainer
than
I
like
to
repeat
,
as
the
mouth
of
the
infernal
region
.
This
,
however
,
must
be
a
mistake
,
inasmuch
as
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
,
while
we
remained
in
the
smoky
and
lurid
cavern
,
took
occasion
to
prove
that
Tophet
has
not
even
a
metaphorical
existence
.
The
place
,
he
assured
us
,
is
no
other
than
the
crater
of
a
half
-
extinct
volcano
,
in
which
the
directors
had
caused
forges
to
be
set
up
for
the
manufacture
of
railroad
iron
.
Hence
,
also
,
is
obtained
a
plentiful
supply
of
fuel
for
the
use
of
the
engines
.
Whoever
had
gazed
into
the
dismal
obscurity
of
the
broad
cavern
mouth
,
whence
ever
and
anon
darted
huge
tongues
of
dusky
flame
,
and
had
seen
the
strange
,
half
-
shaped
monsters
,
and
visions
of
faces
horribly
grotesque
,
into
which
the
smoke
seemed
to
wreathe
itself
,
and
had
heard
the
awful
murmurs
,
and
shrieks
,
and
deep
,
shuddering
whispers
of
the
blast
,
sometimes
forming
themselves
into
words
almost
articulate
,
would
have
seized
upon
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
’
s
comfortable
explanation
as
greedily
as
we
did
.
The
inhabitants
of
the
cavern
,
moreover
,
were
unlovely
personages
,
dark
,
smoke
-
begrimed
,
generally
deformed
,
with
misshapen
feet
,
and
a
glow
of
dusky
redness
in
their
eyes
as
if
their
hearts
had
caught
fire
and
were
blazing
out
of
the
upper
windows
.
It
struck
me
as
a
peculiarity
that
the
laborers
at
the
forge
and
those
who
brought
fuel
to
the
engine
,
when
they
began
to
draw
short
breath
,
positively
emitted
smoke
from
their
mouth
and
nostrils
.
Among
the
idlers
about
the
train
,
most
of
whom
were
puffing
cigars
which
they
had
lighted
at
the
flame
of
the
crater
,
I
was
perplexed
to
notice
several
who
,
to
my
certain
knowledge
,
had
heretofore
set
forth
by
railroad
for
the
Celestial
City
.
They
looked
dark
,
wild
,
and
smoky
,
with
a
singular
resemblance
,
indeed
,
to
the
native
inhabitants
,
like
whom
,
also
,
they
had
a
disagreeable
propensity
to
ill
-
natured
gibes
and
sneers
,
the
habit
of
which
had
wrought
a
settled
contortion
of
their
visages
.
Having
been
on
speaking
terms
with
one
of
these
persons
,
—
an
indolent
,
good
-
for
-
nothing
fellow
,
who
went
by
the
name
of
Take
-
it
-
easy
,
—
I
called
him
,
and
inquired
what
was
his
business
there
.
"
Did
you
not
start
,
"
said
I
,
"
for
the
Celestial
City
?
"
"
That
’
s
a
fact
,
"
said
Mr
.
Take
-
it
-
easy
,
carelessly
puffing
some
smoke
into
my
eyes
.
"
But
I
heard
such
bad
accounts
that
I
never
took
pains
to
climb
the
hill
on
which
the
city
stands
.
No
business
doing
,
no
fun
going
on
,
nothing
to
drink
,
and
no
smoking
allowed
,
and
a
thrumming
of
church
music
from
morning
till
night
.
I
would
not
stay
in
such
a
place
if
they
offered
me
house
room
and
living
free
.
"
"
But
,
my
good
Mr
.
Take
-
it
-
easy
,
"
cried
I
,
"
why
take
up
your
residence
here
,
of
all
places
in
the
world
?
"
"
Oh
,
"
said
the
loafer
,
with
a
grin
,
"
it
is
very
warm
hereabouts
,
and
I
meet
with
plenty
of
old
acquaintances
,
and
altogether
the
place
suits
me
.
I
hope
to
see
you
back
again
some
day
soon
.
A
pleasant
journey
to
you
.
"
While
he
was
speaking
the
bell
of
the
engine
rang
,
and
we
dashed
away
after
dropping
a
few
passengers
,
but
receiving
no
new
ones
.
Rattling
onward
through
the
Valley
,
we
were
dazzled
with
the
fiercely
gleaming
gas
lamps
,
as
before
.
But
sometimes
,
in
the
dark
of
intense
brightness
,
grim
faces
,
that
bore
the
aspect
and
expression
of
individual
sins
,
or
evil
passions
,
seemed
to
thrust
themselves
through
the
veil
of
light
,
glaring
upon
us
,
and
stretching
forth
a
great
,
dusky
hand
,
as
if
to
impede
our
progress
.
I
almost
thought
that
they
were
my
own
sins
that
appalled
me
there
.
These
were
freaks
of
imagination
—
nothing
more
,
certainly
-
mere
delusions
,
which
I
ought
to
be
heartily
ashamed
of
;
but
all
through
the
Dark
Valley
I
was
tormented
,
and
pestered
,
and
dolefully
bewildered
with
the
same
kind
of
waking
dreams
.
The
mephitic
gases
of
that
region
intoxicate
the
brain
.
As
the
light
of
natural
day
,
however
,
began
to
struggle
with
the
glow
of
the
lanterns
,
these
vain
imaginations
lost
their
vividness
,
and
finally
vanished
from
the
first
ray
of
sunshine
that
greeted
our
escape
from
the
Valley
of
the
Shadow
of
Death
.
Ere
we
had
gone
a
mile
beyond
it
I
could
well
-
nigh
have
taken
my
oath
that
this
whole
gloomy
passage
was
a
dream
.
