his head, and brought it away to the inn. He also took Feeble-mind the pilgrim, and brought him with him to his lodgings. When they were come home, they showed his head to the family, and set it up, as they had done others before, for a terror to those that should attempt to does he hereafter.
Then they asked Mr. Feeble-mind how he fell into his hands.
Feeble. Then said the poor man, I am a sickly man, as you see; and because Death did usually once a day knock at my door, I thought I should never be well at home; so I betook myself to a pilgrim's life, and have travelled hither from the town of Uncertain, where; I and my father were born. I; am a man of no strength at all of body, nor yet of mind, but would, if I could, though. loan but crawl, spend my life in the pilgrim's way. When I came at the gate that is; at the head of the Way, the Lord of that place did entertain me freely; neither objected he against my weakly looks, nor against my feeble mind; but 3 gave me such things as were necessary for my journey, and bid me hope to the end. When I came to the house of the Interpreter, I received much kindness there; and because the Hill Difficulty was judged, too hard for me, I was carried up it by one of his servants. Indeed, I have found much relief from pilgrims, though none were willing to go so softly as I am forced to do; yet still, as they came on, they bid me be of good cheer, and, said that it was the will of their Lord that comfort should be given to the feeble-minded (1 These. v. 14), and so went on their own pace, when was some to, Assault Lane, then this giant met with me, and bid me prepare for an encounter. But, alas! feeble one, that I was, I had more need of a cordial; so he came up and took me. I conceited he would not kill me. Also when he got me in his den, since I want not with him willingly, should come out alive again; for I have I heard that not any pilgrim that is taken captive by violent hands,
