Goodman Brown alternately crouched and stood on tiptoe, pulling aside the branches and thrusting forth his head as far as he durst without discerning so much as a shadow.
Young Goodman Brown caught hold of a tree for support, being ready to sink down on the ground, faint and overburdened with the heavy sickness of his heart.
"With heaven above and Faith below, I will yet stand firm against the devil!" cried Goodman Brown.
"Faith!" shouted Goodman Brown, in a voice of agony and desperation; and the echoes of the forest mocked him, crying, "Faith!
There was a scream, drowned immediately in a louder murmur of voices, fading into far-off laughter, as the dark cloud swept away, leaving the clear and silent sky above Goodman Brown.
And, maddened with despair, so that he laughed loud and long, did Goodman Brown grasp his staff and set forth again, at such a rate that he seemed to fly along the forest path rather than to walk or run.
ha!" roared Goodman Brown when the wind laughed at him.
Come witch, come wizard, come Indian powwow, come devil himself, and here comes Goodman Brown.
In truth, all through the haunted forest there could be nothing more frightful than the figure of Goodman Brown.
"A grave and dark-clad company," quoth Goodman Brown.
Either the sudden gleams of light flashing over the obscure field bedazzled Goodman Brown, or he recognized a score of the church members of Salem village famous for their especial sanctity.
"But where is Faith?" thought Goodman Brown; and, as hope came into his heart, he trembled.