We conned it over and over again, and knew it by heart.

An elder brother of mine who was very precocious was extremely fond of it, especially of the picture of the fight between Apollyon and Christian, where the fiend with his head covered with stiff, sharp bristles "straddled clear across the road," to stop Christian in his way.

Old Dr.Lyman Beecher, who had his stiff gray hair cropped short all over his head, made a call at our house one afternoon.

While he was waiting for my mother to come down, the little fellow came into the room and took a look up at the doctor, and then trotted round to the other side and looked up at him again.
He said, "I think, sir, you look like Apollyon." The doctor was infinitely amused at being compared to the personage of whom, in his own opinion and that of a good many other good people, he was then the most distinguished living antagonist.
The church was an old-fashioned wooden building, painted yellow, of Dutch architecture, with galleries on three sides, and on the fourth a pulpit with a great sounding-board over it, into which the minister got by quite a high flight of stairs.
Just below the pulpit was the deacons' seat, where the four deacons sat in a row.

The pews were old-fashioned square, high pews, reaching up almost to the top of the head of a boy ten years old when he was standing up.
The seats were without cushions and with hinges.