To these things they gave him no answer; only they looked upon each other, and laughed.  Then I saw that they went on all, save that Christian kept before, who had no more talk but with himself, and that sometimes sighingly, and sometimes comfortably; also he would be often reading in the roll that one of the Shining Ones gave him, by which he was refreshed.

I beheld, then, that they all went on till they came to the foot of the hill Difficulty, at the bottom of which there was a string.  There were also in the same place two other ways besides that which came straight from the gate; one turned to the left hand and the other to the right, at the bottom of the hill; but the narrow way lay right up the hill, and the name of the going up the side of the hill is called Difficulty.  Christian now went to the spring; and drank thereof to refresh himself, and then began to go up the hill, saying: 

  The hill, though high, I covet to ascend;
  The difficulty will not me offend;
  For I perceive the way to life lies here. 
  Come, pluck up heart, let’s neither faint nor fear. 
  Better, though difficult, the right way to go,
  Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.

The other two also came to the foot of the hill.  But when they saw the hill was steep and high, and that there were two other ways to go; and supposing also that these two ways might meet again with that up which Christian went on the other side of the hill; therefore they were resolved to go in those ways.  Now the name of one of those ways was Danger, and the name of the other Destruction.  So the one took the way which is called Danger, which led him into a great wood; and the other took directly up the way to Destruction, which led him into a wide field, full of dark mountains, where he stumbled and fell, and rose no more.

I looked then after Christian, to see him go up the hill, where I perceived he fell from running to going, and from going to clambering upon his hands and his knees, because of the steepness of the place.  Now about midway to the top of the hill was a pleasant arbor, made by the Lord of the hill for the refreshment of weary travellers.  Thither, therefore, Christian got, where also he sat down to rest him; then he pulled his roll out of his bosom, and read therein to his comfort; he also now began afresh to take a review of the coat or garment that was given him as he stood by the cross.  Thus pleasing himself awhile, he at last fell into a slumber, and thence into a fast sleep, which detained him in that place until it was almost night; and in his sleep his roll fell out of his hand.  Now as he was sleeping, there came one to him, and awaked him, saying, “Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise.”  And with that Christian suddenly started up, and sped him on his way, and went apace till he came to the top of the hill.

Now, when he was got up to the top of the hill, there came two men running to meet him amain; the name of the one was Timorous, and of the other Mistrust:  to whom Christian said, Sirs, what’s the matter? you run the wrong way.  Timorous answered, that they were going to the City of Zion, and had got up that difficult place:  but, said he, the further we go the more danger we meet with; wherefore we turned, and are going back again.