In the town of Salem, Young Goodman Brown coming from his threshold at sunset where his wife Faith, stood at the door, hoping he wouldn't leave.
Dearest Heart, Prithee put off your journey and sleep in your own bed to-night.
Of all nights in the year i must tarry away from thee. I must go, but back I will be nearest sunrise.
Once he left and arrived in the woods, he came across a man of old age and is in a crippling state.
Your late, the time has approacheth, at the marvelous sight of thee old.
And see those who wander so far in the wilderness at nightfall, made do with dealing with the devil.
This is a dull pace for the Beginning of a Journey, take my my staff if soon be weary.
And at the Night of the Worship of the Devil, Goody Cloyse, Deacon Gookin, The Minister and Martha Carrier were there. as well as Faith, his wife.
FAITH FAITH, Look up to Heaven and resist the Wicked One!!!
Whether Faith obeyed he knew not. But he was falling steadily and staggered against the rock and felt it chill and damp.
Goodman Brown could no longer look to anyone with belief that they were pure. Seeing The Minister, Old Deacon, Goody Cloyse, as well as Faith, walking past them was a nightmare. He would never have a day without fear. His last dying hour until his death was gloom.