that they intercepted, even for a moment, the faint gleam fromthe strip of bright sky, athwart which they must have passed.Goodman Brown alternately crouched and stood on tip-toe,pulling aside the branches, and thrusting forth his head asfar as he durst, without discerning so much as a shadow. Itvexed him the more, because he could have sworn, were sucha thing possible, that he recognized the voices of the ministerand Deacon Gookin, jogging along quietly, as they were wontto do, when bound to some ordination or ecclesiastical council.While yet within hearing, one of the riders stopped to pluck aswitch.“Of the two, reverend Sir,” said the voice like the deacon’s, Ihad rather miss an ordination-dinner than tonight’s meeting.They tell me that some of our community are to be here fromFalmouth and beyond, and others from Connecticut andRhode-Island; besides several of the Indian powows, who,after their fashion, know almost as much deviltry as the bestof us. Moreover, there is a goodly young woman to be takeninto communion.”“Mighty well, Deacon Gookin!” replied the solemn old tonesof the minister. “Spur up, or we shall be late. Nothing can bedone, you know, until I get on the ground.”The hoofs clattered again, and the voices, talking so strangelyin the empty air, passed on through the forest, where nochurch had ever been gathered, nor solitary Christian prayed.Whither, then, could these holy men be journeying, so deepinto the heathen wilderness? Young Goodman Brown caughthold of a tree, for support, being ready to sink down on theground, faint and overburthened with the heavy sickness of hisheart. He looked up to the sky, doubting whether there reallywas a Heaven above him. Yet, there was the blue arch, and thestars brightening in it.“With Heaven above, and Faith below, I will yet stand firmagainst the devil!” cried Goodman Brown.While he still gazed upward, into the deep arch of thefirmament, and had lifted his hands to pray, a cloud, thoughno wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith, and hid thebrightening stars. The blue sky was still visible, except directlyoverhead, where this black mass of cloud was sweeping swiftlynorthward. Aloft in the air, as if from the depths of thecloud, came a confused and doubtful sound of voices. Once,the listener fancied that he could distinguish the accent oftown’s-people of his own, men and women, both pious andungodly, many of whom he had met at the communion-table,and had seen others rioting at the tavern. The next moment, soindistinct were the sounds, he doubted whether he had heardaught but the murmur of the old forest, whispering withouta wind. Then came a stronger swell of those familiar tones,heard daily in the sunshine, at Salem village, but never, untilnow, from a cloud of night. There was one voice, of a youngwoman, uttering lamentations, yet with an uncertain sorrow,and entreating for some favor, which, perhaps, it would grieveher to obtain. And all the unseen multitude, both saints andsinners, seemed to encourage her onward.“Faith!” shouted Goodman Brown, in a voice of agony anddesperation; and the echoes of the forest mocked him, crying--”Faith! Faith!” as if bewildered wretches were seeking her, allthrough the wilderness.The cry of grief, rage, and terror, was yet piercing the night,when the unhappy husband held his breath for a response.There was a scream, drowned immediately in a louder murmurof voices, fading into far-off laughter, as the dark cloud sweptaway, leaving the clear and silent sky above Goodman Brown.But something fluttered lightly down through the air, andcaught on the branch of a tree. The young man seized it, andbeheld a pink ribbon.“My Faith is gone!” cried he, after one stupefied moment.“There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, devil!for to thee is this world given.”And maddened with despair, so that he laughed loud and long,did Goodman Brown grasp his staff and set forth again, at sucha rate, that he seemed to fly along the forest-path, rather thanto walk or run. The road grew wilder and drearier, and morefaintly traced, and vanished at length, leaving him in the heartof the dark wilderness, still rushing onward, with the instinctthat guides mortal man to evil. The whole forest was peopledwith frightful sounds; the creaking of the trees, the howling ofwild beasts, and the yell of Indians; while, sometimes the windtolled like a distant church-bell, and sometimes gave a broadroar around the traveller, as if all Nature were laughing himto scorn. But he was himself the chief horror of the scene, andshrank not from its other horrors.“Ha! ha! ha!” roared Goodman Brown, when the wind laughedat him. “Let us hear which will laugh loudest! Think not tofrighten me with your deviltry! Come witch, come wizard,come Indian powow, come devil himself! and here comesGoodman Brown. You may as well fear him as he fear you!”In truth, all through the haunted forest, there could benothing more frightful than the figure of Goodman Brown.On he flew, among the black pines, brandishing his staff withfrenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horridblasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter, as set all theechoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. Thefiend in his own shape is less hideous, than when he rages inthe breast of man. Thus sped the demoniac on his course, until,quivering among the trees, he saw a red light before him, aswhen the felled trunks and branches of a clearing have been305
set on fire, and throw up their lurid blaze against the sky, atthe hour of midnight. He paused, in a lull of the tempest thathad driven him onward, and heard the swell of what seemeda hymn, rolling solemnly from a distance, with the weight ofmany voices. He knew the tune; it was a familiar one in thechoir of the village meeting-house. The verse died heavily away,and was lengthened by a chorus, not of human voices, but o<strong>fall</strong> the sounds of the benighted wilderness, pealing in awfulharmony together. Goodman Brown cried out; and his cry waslost to his own ear, by its unison with the cry of the desert.In the interval of silence, he stole forward, until the lightglared full upon his eyes. At one extremity of an open space,hemmed in by the dark wall of the forest, arose a rock, bearingsome rude, natural resemblance either to an altar or a pulpit,and surrounded by four blazing pines, their tops aflame, theirstems untouched, like candles at an evening meeting. The massof foliage, that had overgrown the summit of the rock, was allon fire, blazing high into the night, and fitfully illuminatingthe whole field. Each pendent twig and leafy festoon was in ablaze. As the red light arose and fell, a numerous congregationalternately shone forth, then disappeared in shadow, and againgrew, as it were, out of the darkness, peopling the heart of thesolitary woods at once.“A grave and dark-clad company!” quoth Goodman Brown.In truth, they were such. Among them, quivering to-and-fro,between gloom and splendor, appeared faces that would beseen, next day, at the council-board of the province, and otherswhich, Sabbath after Sabbath, looked devoutly heavenward,and benignantly over the crowded pews, from the holiestpulpits in the land. Some affirm, that the lady of the governorwas there. At least, there were high dames well known to her,and wives of honored husbands, and widows, a great multitude,and ancient maidens, all of excellent repute, and fair younggirls, who trembled lest their mothers should espy them.Either the sudden gleams of light, flashing over the obscurefield, bedazzled Goodman Brown, or he recognized a scoreof the church-members of Salem village, famous for theirespecial sanctity. Good old Deacon Gookin had arrived, andwaited at the skirts of that venerable saint, his reverend pastor.But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, andpious people, these elders of the church, these chaste damesand dewy virgins, there were men of dissolute lives and womenof spotted fame, wretches given over to all mean and filthy vice,and suspected even of horrid crimes. It was strange to see, thatthe good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinnersabashed by the saints. Scattered, also, among their palefacedenemies, were the Indian priests, or powows, who had oftenscared their native forest with more hideous incantations thanany known to English witchcraft.“But, where is Faith?” thought Goodman Brown; and, as hopecame into his heart, he trembled.Another verse of the hymn arose, a slow and mournful strain,such as the pious love, but joined to words which expressedall that our nature can conceive of sin, and darkly hinted atfar more. Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of fiends.Verse after verse was sung, and still the chorus of the desertswelled between, like the deepest tone of a mighty organ.And, with the final peal of that dreadful anthem, there came asound, as if the roaring wind, the rushing streams, the howlingbeasts, and every other voice of the unconverted wilderness,were mingling and according with the voice of guilty man, inhomage to the prince of all. The four blazing pines threw upa loftier flame, and obscurely discovered shapes and visages ofhorror on the smoke-wreaths, above the impious assembly. Atthe same moment, the fire on the rock shot redly forth, andformed a glowing arch above its base, where now appeared afigure. With reverence be it spoken, the figure bore no slightsimilitude, both in garb and manner, to some grave divine ofthe New-England churches.“Bring forth the converts!” cried a voice, that echoed throughthe field and rolled into the forest.At the word, Goodman Brown stepped forth from the shadowof the trees, and approached the congregation, with whom hefelt a loathful brotherhood, by the sympathy of all that waswicked in his heart. He could have well nigh sworn, that theshape of his own dead father beckoned him to advance, lookingdownward from a smoke-wreath, while a woman, with dimfeatures of despair, threw out her hand to warn him back. Wasit his mother? But he had no power to retreat one step, norto resist, even in thought, when the minister and good oldDeacon Gookin seized his arms, and led him to the blazingrock. Thither came also the slender form of a veiled female, ledbetween Goody Cloyse, that pious teacher of the catechism,and Martha Carrier, who had received the devil’s promise tobe queen of hell. A rampant hag was she! And there stood theproselytes, beneath the canopy of fire.“Welcome, my children,” said the dark figure, “to the communionof your race! Ye have found, thus young, your nature and yourdestiny. My children, look behind you!”They turned; and flashing forth, as it were, in a sheet of flame,the fiend-worshippers were seen; the smile of welcome gleameddarkly on every visage.“There,” resumed the sable form, “are all whom ye havereverenced from youth. Ye deemed them holier than yourselves,and shrank from your own sin, contrasting it with their livesof righteousness, and prayerful aspirations heavenward. 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