And I shall never forget your house by the side
of the road."
"The House by the Side of the Road--you have christened it anew,
David Grayson," exclaimed Mrs. Vedder.
And so we parted like old friends, and I left them to return to
their garden, where "'tis very sure God walks."
CHAPTER IV. I AM THE SPECTATOR OF A MIGHTY BATTLE, IN WHICH
CHRISTIAN MEETS APPOLLYON
It is one of the prime joys of the long road that no two days are
ever remotely alike--no two hours even; and sometimes a day that
begins calmly will end with the most stirring events.
It was thus, indeed, with that perfect spring Sunday, when I left
my friends, the Vedders, and turned my face again to the open
country. It began as quietly as any Sabbath morning of my life,
but what an end it had! I would have travelled a thousand miles
for the adventures which a bounteous road that day spilled
carelessly into my willing hands.
I can give no adequate reason why it should be so, but there are
Sunday mornings in the spring--at least in our country-- which
seem to put on, like a Sabbath garment, an atmosphere of divine
quietude. Warm, soft, clear, but, above all, immeasurably serene.
Such was that Sunday morning; and I was no sooner well afoot than
I yielded to the ingratiating mood of the day.
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