"Just about this time old Giant Doubt met me. He carried a book and a big pencil. 'Sit down here while I give you an examination; that is my business,' he said. 'My lord has commissioned me to do this work.' Something inside me told me that here was an enemy; but he spoke with such a show of authority that I passively sat down. And he began. "'How do you feel?' "'I do not feel very good, just now.' I said. "'I thought so. No doubt there is something wrong with you. Have you gained an established home in Canaan yet?' "'No, I haven't,' I replied. "'Well, you never will; at least there are serious doubts about it. It is my business to make sure that pilgrims possess the land. Did you put up your memorial stone!' "'Yes, I carried a stone out of the middle of Jordan and set it up. I suppose it is there yet.' "'That stone was no good, a little rough rock it was. Why didn't you select a nice large stone such as Pilgrim Joyful carried out?' "'I did the best I could; that was the only stone I saw in passing through. I noticed it was not like Pilgrim Joyful's, and not like Pilgrim Honest's, either.' "'No good, no good! Too small! I doubt if it is really stone at all. Did you leave all the wilderness luggage on yonder side Jordan?' "'I intended to. I dropped the whole bundle as I stepped into the Jordan.' "'I doubt it. I believe you have considerable wilderness trappings in your possession. More than that, I doubt whether you left all your load when you crossed the Red Sea. Did you?' "'I thought I did,' I replied. "'I doubt it. How do you feel now?' said old Giant Doubt. "'I feel bad, worse than before the examination began.' I replied. "'I see you do. Something is wrong with you. You have passed a poor examination. It is my business to carry you out of Canaan as unworthy to be in this good land. Come on,' and with that he arose and advanced toward me with both hands extended. I trembled violently, but seemed powerless to resist. He picked me up and started off with me. Just then I spotted a sturdy post with a sign-board nailed to the top. I eagerly sought to read the legend. 'Beware!' it began. 'At this place a certain old giant, named Doubt, has a habit of stopping pilgrims and taking them through a pretended examination. He claims to hold a commission from his lord to do this work. His commission is true; but his lord is Beelzebub. After the examination, he usually carries off the pilgrim who allows him to question him. Many have fallen to his devices. He is a cruel, old giant, and he carries his victims to'--and here I could read no more. "We soon left the main road and entered a dark valley called Vale of Destruction. "'Let me go,' I shouted. "'I will not, you are not fit to be in Canaan,' he replied. "I struggled and shouted for help with all my might. He held me close, however, and the vale grew darker and darker.