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Young Goodman Brown
Thewholeforestwaspeopledwithfrightfulsounds—thecreakingofthetrees,thehowlingofwildbeasts,andtheyellofIndians;whilesometimesthewindtolledlikeadistantchurchbell,andsometimesgaveabroadroararoundthetraveller,asifallNaturewerelaughinghimtoscorn.Buthewashimselfthechiefhorrorofthescene,andshranknotfromitsotherhorrors.
"Ha!ha!ha!"roaredGoodmanBrownwhenthewindlaughedathim.
"Letushearwhichwilllaughloudest.Thinknottofrightenmewithyourdeviltry.Comewitch,comewizard,comeIndianpowwow,comedevilhimself,andherecomesGoodmanBrown.Youmayaswellfearhimashefearyou."
Intruth,allthroughthehauntedforesttherecouldbenothingmorefrightfulthanthefigureofGoodmanBrown.Onheflewamongtheblackpines,brandishinghisstaffwithfrenziedgestures,nowgivingventtoaninspirationofhorridblasphemy,andnowshoutingforthsuchlaughterassetalltheechoesoftheforestlaughinglikedemonsaroundhim.Thefiendinhisownshapeislesshideousthanwhenheragesinthebreastofman.Thusspedthedemoniaconhiscourse,until,quiveringamongthetrees,hesawaredlightbeforehim,aswhenthefelledtrunksandbranchesofaclearinghavebeensetonfire,andthrowuptheirluridblazeagainstthesky,atthehourofmidnight.Hepaused,inalullofthetempestthathaddrivenhimonward,andheardtheswellofwhatseemedahymn,rollingsolemnlyfromadistancewiththeweightofmanyvoices.Heknewthetune;itwasafamiliaroneinthechoirofthevillagemeeting-house.