_Man._ Here is a mine of silver. Come and see. _Hopeful._ Let us go and see it. _Christian._ Not I. I have heard of this place before, and how many have been slain here; that treasure is a snare to them that seek it, and hindreth them in their pilgrimage. _Man._ Will you not come over and see? _Christian._ _Demas_, I know thee, who thou art. Thou art an enemy to the right ways of the Lord. Thou hast been already condemned for turning aside from his way. And wouldest thou bring us into the same condemnation? Rather shall thy money perish with thee. So they went their way. Now I saw that on the other side of the plain, stood an old monument, at the sight of which they were surprised; for it seemed as if it had been a woman transformed into a pillar. For some time they could not tell what to make of it, till they espied a writing upon the head, which was, _Remember Lot’s wife_. Ah, my brother, said _Christian_, this is a seasonable sight. Had we gone over to view the hill _Lucre_, we had, for ought I know, been made like this woman a spectacle to all generations. _Hopeful._ How justly might I have been as she is! She only looked back; and I desired to go and see. I am ashamed such a thought should be in my heart. _Christian._ Let us take notice of what we see here, for our help in time to come. This woman escaped one judgment; for she fell not in the destruction of _Sodom_; yet she was destroyed by another. She was turned, as we see, into a pillar of salt. I saw then that they went on their way to a pleasant river, which David calleth, _The river of God_, but _John_, _the river of the water of life_. Now their way lay on the bank of the river. Here they walked with great delight; they drank also of the water of the river, which was enlivening to their weary spirits. And on the banks on either side, were green trees for all manner of fruit; and _the leaves were for the healing of the nations_. On each side of the river was also a meadow, curiously beautified with flowers; and it was green all the year long. In this they lay down and slept; for here they might lie down safely: but being not yet at their journey’s end, after a short time they departed. They had not journied far, before the river and the way divided from each other. At this they were not a little sorry; yet they durst not go out of the way. The path now grew more and more rough, and their feet were tender with travelling. So the souls of the pilgrims were much discouraged, by reason of the way. Now a little before them there was a meadow on the left hand, and a stile to go over into it. Then said _Christian_, if this meadow lies along by our way-side let us go into it. He went to see, and a path lay along by the way, on the other side of the fence. “’Tis as I wished, said _Christian_; here is a smooth path; come let us go over.” _Hopeful._ But how if it should lead us out of the way?