in, and
comforted myself with the certainty that the believer's progress
through life is one of warfare and suffering.

My case was indeed a pitiable one. I was lame, hungry, fatigued, and my
resources on the very eve of being exhausted. Yet these were but
secondary miseries, and hardly worthy of a thought compared with those
I suffered inwardly. I not only looked around me with terror at every
one that approached, but I was become a terror to myself, or, rather,
my body and soul were become terrors to each other; and, had it been
possible, I felt as if they would have gone to war. I dared not look at
my face in a glass, for I shuddered at my own image and likeness. I
dreaded the dawning, and trembled at the approach of night, nor was
there one thing in nature that afforded me the least delight.

In this deplorable state of body and mind, was I jogging on towards the
Tweed, by the side of the small river called Ellan, when, just at the
narrowest part of the glen, whom should I meet full in the face but the
very being in all the universe of God would the most gladly have
shunned. I had no power to fly fro him, neither durst I, for the spirit
within me, accuse him of falsehood and renounce his fellowship. I stood
before him like a condemned criminal, staring him in the face, ready to
be winded, twisted, and tormented as he pleased. He regarded me with a
sad and solemn look. How changed was now that majestic countenance to
one of haggard despair--changed in all save the extraordinary likeness
to my late brother, a resemblance which misfortune and despair tended
only to heighten. There were no kind greetings passed between us at
meeting, like those which pass between the men of the world; he looked
on me with eyes that froze the currents of my blood, but spoke not till
I assumed as much courage as to articulate: "You here! I hope you have
brought me tidings of comfort?"

"Tidings of despair!" said he. "But such tidings as the timid and the
ungrateful deserve, and have reason to expect. You are an outlaw, and a
vagabond in your country, and a high reward is offered for your
apprehension. The enraged populace have burnt your house, and all that
is within it; and the farmers on the land bless themselves at being rid
of you. So fare it with everyone who puts his hand to the great work of
man's restoration to freedom, and draweth back, contemning the light
that is within him! Your enormities caused me to leave you to yourself