NowIsawinmydream，thatattheendofthisvalleylayblood，bones，ashes，andmangledbodiesofmen，evenofpilgrimsthathadgonethiswayformerly;andwhileIwasmusingwhatshouldbethereason，Iespiedalittlebeforemeacave，wheretwogiants，POPEandPAGAN，dweltinoldtime;
bywhosepowerandtyrannythemenwhosebones，blood，andashes，&c。，laythere，werecruellyputtodeath。ButbythisplaceChristianwentwithoutmuchdanger，whereatIsomewhatwondered;
butIhavelearntsince，thatPAGANhasbeendeadmanyaday;
andasfortheother，thoughhebeyetalive，heis，byreasonofage，andalsoofthemanyshrewdbrushesthathemetwithinhisyoungerdays，grownsocrazyandstiffinhisjoints，thathecannowdolittlemorethansitinhiscave’smouth，grinningatpilgrimsastheygoby，andbitinghisnailsbecausehecannotcomeatthem。
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