ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎯᎠ ᎦᏍᎩᏓᏍᎬ ᎦᏥᎪᎥᎩ, ᎤᏂᏍᏆᏛ ᎯᎠ ᎠᎾᎵᏃᎮᏍᎬᎢ, ᎿᏉ ᎾᎥᏂᏳ ᎤᏂᎷᎸ ᏝᏬᏚᎯ ᎥᏓᎸᎢ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎯᎠ ᎢᎾᎨ ᏧᏩᎫᏗ: ᎠᎴᏃᎾ ᏄᎾᏁᎸᎾ ᎠᎾᎢᏒᎩ, ᎢᏧᎳ ᎤᎵᏍᏗᏳ ᎥᏓᎸ ᏫᏚᏂᎬᏨᎩ. ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎯᎠ ᏝᏬᏚᎯ ᎥᏓᎸ ᎠᎵᎲᏲᎵᎵᎯᏍᏗᏱ, ᏚᏙᎥ. ᎠᏂᏃ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ, ᎪᎯᏗᏳ ᏚᎾᏛᎩᎶᎥᎩ, ᎠᎴ ᎤᏂᏆᏘᏍᏗᏳ ᏚᏂᏝᏬᏔᎶᏨᎩ; ᏧᏁᎶᏗᏃ, ᎦᎨᏛ ᎠᎵᏎᎲ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᏍᎬᎩ, ᎿᏉ ᎤᎴᏅᎲ ᎦᏃᏴᎬ ᏝᏬᏚᎯ.

Now I saw in my Dream, that just as they had ended this talk, they drew near to a very miry Slough, that was in the midst of the plain ; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Dispond. Here therefore they wallowed for a time, being grievously bedaubed with the dirt; and Christian, because of the Burden that was on his back, began to sink in the mire.

ᎤᏬᎯᏳᎯᏍᏛᏃ ᎯᎠ ᏄᏪᏒᎩ, Ꭱ, ᏗᏣᏁᎶᏗ ᎩᎾᎵᎢ ᎭᏢ ᏂᏣᏛᎿᏕᎦ?

Pli. Then said Pliable, Ah Neighbor Christian, where are you now?

ᏧᏁᎶᏗ. ᎤᏙᎯᏳᎯᏯ, ᎤᏛᏅ ᏧᏁᎶᏗ, ᎥᏝ ᏱᏥᎦᏔᎭ.

Chr. Truly, said Christian, I do not know.

ᎾᏍᎩᏉ ᎯᎠ ᎿᏉ ᎤᎿᎸᏨ ᎤᏬᎯᏳᎯᏍᏛ, ᎤᎿᎸᎯᏳ ᎨᏒ ᎯᎠ ᏄᏪᏎᎸ ᎠᏁᎯ, ᎾᏍ ᎩᏍᎪ ᎯᎠ ᏄᏍᏗ ᎣᏍᏛ ᎠᏕᏗᏱ ᎯᎠ ᏥᏂᎪᎯᎩ ᏥᏍᎩᏃᎮᎮᎲᎩ? ᎾᏍᎩᏉ ᏱᏄᏍᏗ ᎯᎠ ᏥᏄᏍᏗ ᎥᏂᎩᏍᎬᎢ, ᎦᏙᏍᎩᏉ ᎤᏍᏗ ᎡᎵᏍᏗᏉ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗᎭ ᎾᎿ ᏫᎦᏅᏅᎢ? ᎢᏳᏃ ᎬᏆᏚᎩᏍᏗ ᎨᏎᏍᏗ ᎦᎬᏃᏛ, ᏨᏒ ᏣᏤᎵ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏔᏅ ᏦᏒ ᏩᏕᏗᏱ. ᎠᎴ ᎿᏉ ᎤᎴᏅᎲ ᏔᎵᎭ ᎬᏍᎦᎢᏍᏓᎩ ᏄᏛᏁᎸᎩ, ᎠᎴ ᏧᏪᏅᏒ ᎢᏗᏢ ᎤᏚᎩᏍᏔᏅ ᏝᏬᏚᎯ; ᎠᎴ ᏅᎦᏯᎢᏒᎢ, ᏧᏁᎶᏗᏃ ᎥᏝ ᎿᏉ ᎣᏂ ᏳᎪᎮᎢ.

Pli. At that Pliable began to be offended, and angerly said to his fellow, Is this the happiness you have told me all this while of? If we have such ill speed at our first setting out, what may we expect ’twixt this and our Journey’s end? May I get out again with my life, you shall possess the brave Country alone for me. And with that he gave a desperate struggle or two, and got out of the mire on that side of the Slough which was next to his own house: so away he went, and Christian saw him no more.

ᎾᏍᎩᏃ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ ᏧᏁᎶᏗ ᎠᎬᏕᏨ, ᎤᏩᏒᎯᏳ ᏓᎵᎷᏆᏕᏏᏙᎲ ᎥᏓᎸ ᎠᎵᎲᏲᎵᎵᎯᏍᏗᏱ: ᎠᏎᏃ ᎠᏟᏂᎬᏁᎮ ᏩᎦᏛ ᎢᏗᏢ ᏭᏚᎩᏍᏙᏗᏱ, Ꭰ ᎤᏍᏗ ᎦᎶᎯᏍᏗᏱ ᏗᎪᏢᏒ ᎢᏗᏢ; ᎾᏍᎩ ᎯᎠ ᏄᏛᏁᎴᎢ, ᎠᏎᏃ ᎥᏝ ᎬᏩᏚᎩᏍᏗ ᏱᏄᎵᏍᏔᏁ ᏂᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᏍᎨ ᎠᎵᏎᎲᎢ: ᎠᏎᏃ ᎦᏍᎩᏓᏍᎬ ᏥᎪᎥᎩ, ᎠᏍᎦᏯ ᎤᎷᏤᎸᎩ, ᎠᏓᏍᏕᎵᏍᎩ ᏧᏙᎢᏛ, ᎠᎴ ᎤᏛᏛᏅᎩ “ᎦᏙᏉ ᎠᏂ ᎭᏛᏁᎭ?”

Wherefore Christian was left to tumble in the Slough of Dispond alone; but still he endeavoured to struggle to that side of the Slough that was still further from his own house, and next to the Wicket-gate; the which he did, but could not get out, because of the Burden that was upon his back: But I beheld in my Dream, that a man came to him, whose name was Help, and asked him, “What he did there?”