124 THE PILGRIM’S PROGRESS.

Demas. Yes, my name is Demas; I am the son of Abraham.

Curis. I know you: Gehazi was your great-grandfather, and Judas your father, and
you have trod in their steps. It is but a devilish prank that thou usest: thy father
was hanged for a traitor, and thou deservest no better reward. Assure thyself that
when we come to the King, we will tell him of this thy behavior. Thus they went
their way.

By this time By-ends and his companions were come again within sight, and they
at the first beck went over to Demas. Now, whether they fell into the pit by looking
over the brink thereof, or whether they went down to dig, or whether they were
smothered in the bottom by the damps that commonly arise, of these things I am not
certain; but this I observed, that they never were seen again in the way. Then sang
Christian :

‘* By-ends and silver Demas both agree:
One calls; the other runs, that he may be

A sharer in his lucre ; so these two
Take up in this world, and no farther go.”

Now, I saw that just on the other side of the plain the pilgrims came to a place
where stood an old monument hard by the highway-side; at the sight of which they
were both concerned, because of the strangeness of the form thereof ; for it seemed
to them as if it had been a woman transformed into the shape of a pillar. Here,
therefore, they stood looking and looking upon it, but could not for a time tell what
they should make thereof. At last Hopeful espied written above, upon the head
thereof, a writing in an unusual hand; but he, being no scholar, called to Christian
(for he was learned), to see if he could pick out the meaning; so he came, and after a
little laying of letters together, he found the same to be this, “ Remember Lot’s wife.”
So he read it to his fellow ; after which, they both concluded that that was the pillar
of salt into which Lot’s wife was turned, for her looking back with a covetous heart
when she was going from Sodom. Which sudden and amazing sight gave them
occasion for this discourse :

Curis. Ah, my brother! this is a seasonable sight. It came opportunely to us after
the invitation which Demas gave us to come over to view the hill Luere; and, had
we gone over, as he desired us, and as thou wast inclining to do, my brother, we had,
for aught I know, been made ourselves, like this woman, a spectacle for those that
shall come after to behold.

Hors. I am sorry that I was so foolish, and am made to wonder that I am not now
as Lot’s wife; for wherein was the difference betwixt her sin and mine? She only