Thespectatorgazedonandontillthewindowsandvaneslosttheirshine，goingoutalmostsuddenlylikeextinguishedcandles。Thevaguecitybecameveiledinmist。Turningtothewest，hesawthatthesunhaddisappeared。Theforegroundofthescenehadgrownfunereallydark，andnearobjectsputonthehuesandshapesofchimaeras。
Heanxiouslydescendedtheladder，andstartedhomewardsatarun，tryingnottothinkofgiants，HernetheHunter，ApollyonlyinginwaitforChristian，orofthecaptainwiththebleedingholeinhisforeheadandthecorpsesroundhimthatremutiniedeverynightonboardthebewitchedship。Heknewthathehadgrownoutofbeliefinthesehorrors，yethewasgladwhenhesawthechurchtowerandthelightsinthecottagewindows，eventhoughthiswasnotthehomeofhisbirth，andhisgreat-auntdidnotcaremuchabouthim。
Insideandroundaboutthatoldwoman’s`shop’window，withitstwenty-fourlittlepanessetinlead-work，theglassofsomeofthemoxidizedwithage，sothatyoucouldhardlyseethepoorpennyarticlesexhibitedwithin，andformingpartofastockwhichastrongmancouldhavecarried，Judehadhisouterbeingforsomelongtidelesstime。Buthisdreamswereasgiganticashissurroundingsweresmall。
Throughthesolidbarrierofcoldcretaceousuplandtothenorthwardhewasalwaysbeholdingagorgeouscity-thefanciedplacehehadlikenedtothenewJerusalem，thoughtherewasperhapsmoreofthepainter’simaginationandlessofthediamondmerchant’sinhisdreamsthereofthaninthoseoftheApocalypticwriter。Andthecityacquiredatangibility，apermanence，aholdonhislife，mainlyfromtheonenucleusoffactthatthemanforwhoseknowledgeandpurposeshehadsomuchreverencewasactuallylivingthere；notonlyso，butlivingamongthemorethoughtfulandmentallyshiningonestherein。
Insadwetseasons，thoughheknewitmustrainatChristminstertoo，hecouldhardlybelievethatitrainedsodrearilythere。Wheneverhecouldgetawayfromtheconfinesofthehamletforanhourortwo，whichwasnotoften，hewouldstealofftotheBrownHouseonthehillandstrainhiseyespersistently；sometimestoberewardedbythesightofadomeorspire，atothertimesbyalittlesmoke，whichinhisestimatehadsomeofthemysticismofincense。