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Finally
,
after
a
pretty
long
residence
at
the
Fair
,
I
resumed
my
journey
towards
the
Celestial
City
,
still
with
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
at
my
side
.
At
a
short
distance
beyond
the
suburbs
of
Vanity
we
passed
the
ancient
silver
mine
,
of
which
Demas
was
the
first
discoverer
,
and
which
is
now
wrought
to
great
advantage
,
supplying
nearly
all
the
coined
currency
of
the
world
.
A
little
further
onward
was
the
spot
where
Lot
’
s
wife
had
stood
forever
under
the
semblance
of
a
pillar
of
salt
.
Curious
travellers
have
long
since
carried
it
away
piecemeal
.
Had
all
regrets
been
punished
as
rigorously
as
this
poor
dame
’
s
were
,
my
yearning
for
the
relinquished
delights
of
Vanity
Fair
might
have
produced
a
similar
change
in
my
own
corporeal
substance
,
and
left
me
a
warning
to
future
pilgrims
.
The
next
remarkable
object
was
a
large
edifice
,
constructed
of
moss
-
grown
stone
,
but
in
a
modern
and
airy
style
of
architecture
.
The
engine
came
to
a
pause
in
its
vicinity
,
with
the
usual
tremendous
shriek
.
"
This
was
formerly
the
castle
of
the
redoubted
giant
Despair
,
"
observed
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
;
"
but
since
his
death
Mr
.
Flimsy
-
faith
has
repaired
it
,
and
keeps
an
excellent
house
of
entertainment
here
.
It
is
one
of
our
stopping
-
places
.
"
"
It
seems
but
slightly
put
together
,
"
remarked
I
,
looking
at
the
frail
yet
ponderous
walls
.
"
I
do
not
envy
Mr
.
Flimsy
-
faith
his
habitation
.
Some
day
it
will
thunder
down
upon
the
heads
of
the
occupants
.
"
"
We
shall
escape
at
all
events
,
"
said
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
,
"
for
Apollyon
is
putting
on
the
steam
again
.
"
The
road
now
plunged
into
a
gorge
of
the
Delectable
Mountains
,
and
traversed
the
field
where
in
former
ages
the
blind
men
wandered
and
stumbled
among
the
tombs
.
One
of
these
ancient
tombstones
had
been
thrust
across
the
track
by
some
malicious
person
,
and
gave
the
train
of
cars
a
terrible
jolt
.
Far
up
the
rugged
side
of
a
mountain
I
perceived
a
rusty
iron
door
,
half
overgrown
with
bushes
and
creeping
plants
,
but
with
smoke
issuing
from
its
crevices
.
"
Is
that
,
"
inquired
I
,
"
the
very
door
in
the
hill
-
side
which
the
shepherds
assured
Christian
was
a
by
-
way
to
hell
?
"
"
That
was
a
joke
on
the
part
of
the
shepherds
,
"
said
Mr
.
Smooth
-
itaway
,
with
a
smile
.
"
It
is
neither
more
nor
less
than
the
door
of
a
cavern
which
they
use
as
a
smoke
-
house
for
the
preparation
of
mutton
hams
.
"
