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[Kortemeier Foddrell]

Pointing to

the open account-books and the clasped Bible. Christopher and Hubert
felt persuaded to accompany him: he led them, it seemed but a few
steps from their own door, through a dark and narrow lane,
in which the busy men had never been; but there streets and houses
abruptly terminated,

and they stood by the side of a broad and thronged highway. A road
like that the brothers had never seen in all their journeys. It ran
due east and west, from the rising to the setting sun; but far to the

eastward, a mist, like the smoke of congregated houses, shut out the
view; and on the west, a fog more dense
than that of autumn or mid-winter closed the

prospect. The space between was thronged with travellers, who emerged
from the eastern mist, and were manifestly going to the other. A light
shone on them, but it was gray and uncertain, like that
of twilight. Sometimes the

sun, sometimes the stars shone through, and strange clouds and meteors
passed across the sky. 'What
way is this,' thought the brothers,
'which lies so near our own dwelling, and
yet has neither night nor day?'
But as their eyes grew accustomed to the light, they perceived
that the travellers on that road were of all ages--man, woman, and
child. Yet each journeyed in a track cut for himself in the soil, from
which it appeared none could stray. Some of these tracks were
wide, and others narrow; some had numerous windings, and some were but
slightly curved; many
were rough and stony, others of the bare earth, with bramb
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