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My
recollections
of
the
journey
are
now
,
for
a
little
space
,
dim
and
confused
,
inasmuch
as
a
singular
drowsiness
here
overcame
me
,
owing
to
the
fact
that
we
were
passing
over
the
enchanted
ground
,
the
air
of
which
encourages
a
disposition
to
sleep
.
I
awoke
,
however
,
as
soon
as
we
crossed
the
borders
of
the
pleasant
land
of
Beulah
.
All
the
passengers
were
rubbing
their
eyes
,
comparing
watches
,
and
congratulating
one
another
on
the
prospect
of
arriving
so
seasonably
at
the
journey
’
s
end
.
The
sweet
breezes
of
this
happy
clime
came
refreshingly
to
our
nostrils
;
we
beheld
the
glimmering
gush
of
silver
fountains
,
overhung
by
trees
of
beautiful
foliage
and
delicious
fruit
,
which
were
propagated
by
grafts
from
the
celestial
gardens
.
Once
,
as
we
dashed
onward
like
a
hurricane
,
there
was
a
flutter
of
wings
and
the
bright
appearance
of
an
angel
in
the
air
,
speeding
forth
on
some
heavenly
mission
.
The
engine
now
announced
the
close
vicinity
of
the
final
station
-
house
by
one
last
and
horrible
scream
,
in
which
there
seemed
to
be
distinguishable
every
kind
of
wailing
and
woe
,
and
bitter
fierceness
of
wrath
,
all
mixed
up
with
the
wild
laughter
of
a
devil
or
a
madman
.
Throughout
our
journey
,
at
every
stopping
-
place
,
Apollyon
had
exercised
his
ingenuity
in
screwing
the
most
abominable
sounds
out
of
the
whistle
of
the
steam
-
engine
;
but
in
this
closing
effort
he
outdid
himself
and
created
an
infernal
uproar
,
which
,
besides
disturbing
the
peaceful
inhabitants
of
Beulah
,
must
have
sent
its
discord
even
through
the
celestial
gates
.
While
the
horrid
clamor
was
still
ringing
in
our
ears
we
heard
an
exulting
strain
,
as
if
a
thousand
instruments
of
music
,
with
height
and
depth
and
sweetness
in
their
tones
,
at
once
tender
and
triumphant
,
were
struck
in
unison
,
to
greet
the
approach
of
some
illustrious
hero
,
who
had
fought
the
good
fight
and
won
a
glorious
victory
,
and
was
come
to
lay
aside
his
battered
arms
forever
.
Looking
to
ascertain
what
might
be
the
occasion
of
this
glad
harmony
,
I
perceived
,
on
alighting
from
the
cars
,
that
a
multitude
of
shining
ones
had
assembled
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
,
to
welcome
two
poor
pilgrims
,
who
were
just
emerging
from
its
depths
.
They
were
the
same
whom
Apollyon
and
ourselves
had
persecuted
with
taunts
,
and
gibes
,
and
scalding
steam
,
at
the
commencement
of
our
journey
—
the
same
whose
unworldly
aspect
and
impressive
words
had
stirred
my
conscience
amid
the
wild
revellers
of
Vanity
Fair
.
"
How
amazingly
well
those
men
have
got
on
,
"
cried
I
to
Mr
.
Smoothit
—
away
.
"
I
wish
we
were
secure
of
as
good
a
reception
.
"
"
Never
fear
,
never
fear
!
"
answered
my
friend
.
"
Come
,
make
haste
;
the
ferry
boat
will
be
off
directly
,
and
in
three
minutes
you
will
be
on
the
other
side
of
the
river
.
No
doubt
you
will
find
coaches
to
carry
you
up
to
the
city
gates
.
"
A
steam
ferry
boat
,
the
last
improvement
on
this
important
route
,
lay
at
the
river
side
,
puffing
,
snorting
,
and
emitting
all
those
other
disagreeable
utterances
which
betoken
the
departure
to
be
immediate
.
I
hurried
on
board
with
the
rest
of
the
passengers
,
most
of
whom
were
in
great
perturbation
:
some
bawling
out
for
their
baggage
;
some
tearing
their
hair
and
exclaiming
that
the
boat
would
explode
or
sink
;
some
already
pale
with
the
heaving
of
the
stream
;
some
gazing
affrighted
at
the
ugly
aspect
of
the
steersman
;
and
some
still
dizzy
with
the
slumberous
influences
of
the
Enchanted
Ground
.
Looking
back
to
the
shore
,
I
was
amazed
to
discern
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
waving
his
hand
in
token
of
farewell
.
"
Don
’
t
you
go
over
to
the
Celestial
City
?
"
exclaimed
I
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
answered
he
with
a
queer
smile
,
and
that
same
disagreeable
contortion
of
visage
which
I
had
remarked
in
the
inhabitants
of
the
Dark
Valley
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
I
have
come
thus
far
only
for
the
sake
of
your
pleasant
company
.
Good
-
by
!
We
shall
meet
again
.
"
And
then
did
my
excellent
friend
Mr
.
Smooth
-
it
-
away
laugh
outright
,
in
the
midst
of
which
cachinnation
a
smoke
-
wreath
issued
from
his
mouth
and
nostrils
,
while
a
twinkle
of
lurid
flame
darted
out
of
either
eye
,
proving
indubitably
that
his
heart
was
all
of
a
red
blaze
